|THY promise, Lord, is perfect peace,
And yet my trials still increase;
Till fears, at times, my soul beset
That Satan will defeat me yet.
|2||Then, Saviour, must I fly to Thee,
And in Thy strength my refuge see;
O hear me from Thy holy hill,
And calm, and keep, and help me still.
|3||Beneath Thy care secure I sleep,
For what can harm, when Thou dost keep?
Iíll wake and know Thee at my side,
My omnipresent guard and guide!
|4||For how can earth or hell distress,
With God so strong, so near to bless?
From Thee alone salvation flows,
My only refuge and repose.
|Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847|