Rather walking with Him by faith,
Than walking alone in the light.
O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!
Like the beloved John
To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast,
And thus to journey on.
And therefore let us say, in utter faith, "Come as Thou seest best—but in whatsoever way Thou comest—even so come, Lord Jesus."
On Thy compassion I repose,
In weakness and distress,
I will not ask for greater ease,
Lest I should love Thee less;
Oh, 'tis a blessed thing for me
To need Thy tenderness.
When I am feeble as a child,
And flesh and heart give way,
Then on Thy everlasting strength
With clinging trust I stay;
And the rough wind becomes a song,
The darkness shines like day.
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not—I will not desert to his foes;
That soul—though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never—no never—no never forsake.
