Though troubles assail,

Though troubles assail, And dangers affright; Though friends should all fail, And foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us, Whatever betide: The Scripture assures us, " The Lord will provide."

The birds, without barn Or storehouse, are fed; From them let us learn To trust for our bread; His saints what is fitting Shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written, " The Lord will provide."

His call we obey, Like Abram of old, Not knowing our way, But faith makes us bold; For though we are strangers, We have a good Guide; And trust in all dangers: " The Lord will provide."

When Satan appear To stop up our path, And fills us with fears, We triumph by faith; He cannot take from us, Though of he has tried, The heart-cheering promise, " The Lord will provide."

He tells us we're weak, Our hope is in vain; The good that we seek We ne'er shall obtain; But when such suggestions Our faith thus have tried, This answers all questions, " The Lord will provide."

No strength of our own, Nor goodness we claim; Our trust is all thrown On Jesus' dear name. In this our strong tower For safety we hide; The Lord is our power, " The Lord will provide."

When life sinks apace, And death is in view, The word of His grace Shall comfort us through; Not fearing or doubting, With Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, " The Lord will provide."