Hymn CCLXXI. Long Metre. Christ the Life of the Soul

When doubts and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires; Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyes, To thee I breathe my strong desires.

Art thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fix'd on thine everlasting word, That word which built the earth and sky?

If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal hope is sure; His word a firm foundation gives, Here, let me build and rest secure.

Here, let my faith unshaken dwell, Immoveable the promise stands; Not all the powers of earth and hell, Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.

Here, then, my soul, thy trust repose, If Jesus is forever mine, Not death itself, the last of foes, Shall break a union so divine.