While Foes Are Strong And Danger Near


While foes are strong, and danger near,
A voice falls gently on my ear;
My Saviour speaks, he says to me,
That as my days, my strength shall be.

With such a promise need I fear
For all that now I hold most dear?
No: I will never anxious be,
For, as my days, my strength shall be.

When storms of trouble on me fall,
And when my cup is mixed with gall,
This promise will be sweet to me,
That as my days, my strength shall be.

And when, at last, I’m called to die,
Still on this promise I’ll rely;
Yes, Lord, I then will trust in thee,
That as my days, my strength shall be.