Thou Art Able Blessed Jesus
Thou art able, blessed Jesus,
E’en Thy weakest ones to keep;
And Thy faithfulness is ever
As a vast and shoreless deep.
‘Tis Thine own right hand upholds us,
While Thy tenderness enfolds us,
And Thou bidd’st us cease to weep.
Thou art able; Thou who holdest
Waves and tempests in Thy hand;
Safely, surely Thou wilt pilot
Thy beloved to the land;
And since Thy sweet peace Thou givest,
Since Thou lovest and Thou livest,
Ev’ry cloud is rainbow-spann’d.
Thou art able, glorious Saviour!
Oh, the rapture of the thought!
Shall we find it hard to trust Thee,
Where all life with love is fraught?
Thou, whose love is never sleeping,
For the sweetness of Thy keeping,
Can we praise Thee as we ought?
Thou art able! We adore thee!
We ascribe to Thee the power,
And glad anthems to Thy glory
We would sing each day and hour:
While the joy of now possessing
IN Thyself each promised blessing
Is our sweet, unending dower.