Why should I fear the dark­est hour,
Or trem­ble at the tempt­er’s pow­er?
Jesus vouch­safes to be my tow­er.

When crea­ture com­forts fade and die,
Worldlings may weep, but why should I?
Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

Though all the flocks and herds were dead,
My soul a fa­mine need not dread,
For Je­sus is my liv­ing bread.

I know not what may soon be­tide,
Or how my wants shall be sup­plied;
But Je­sus knows, and will pro­vide.

Though sin would fill me with dis­tress,
The throne of grace I dare ad­dress,
For Je­sus is my right­eous­ness.

Though faint my pray­ers, and cold my love,
My stead­fast hope shall not re­move,
While Je­sus in­ter­cedes above.

Against me earth and hell com­bine;
But on my side is pow­er di­vine;
Jesus is all, and He is mine.