Thy pro­mise, Lord, is per­fect peace,
And yet my tri­als still in­crease;
Till fears at times my soul as­sail,
That Sa­tan’s rage must yet pre­vail.

Then, Sav­ior, then I fly to Thee,
And in Thy grace my re­fuge see;
Thou heard’st me from Thy ho­ly hill,
And Thou wilt hear and help me still.

Beneath Thy wings se­cure I sleep;
What foe can harm while Thou dost keep?
I wake, and find Thee at my side,
My om­ni­pre­sent guard and guide!

Oh why should earth or hell dis­tress,
With God so strong, so nigh to bless?
From Him alone sal­va­tion flows;
On Him alone, my soul, re­pose.