Though troubles
And dangers affright,
Though friends should all
And foes all unite;
Yet one thing secures us,
Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us,
The Lord will provide.
The birds without
Or storehouse are fed,
From them let us
To trust for our bread:
His saints, what is fitting,
Shall ne'er he denied,
So long as 'tis written,
The Lord will provide.
We may, like the ships,
By tempest be
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost.
Though Satan
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages,
The Lord will provide.
His call we
Like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For though we are
We have a good Guide,
And trust in all dangers,
The Lord will provide.
When Satan
To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,
We triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us,
Though oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise,
The Lord will provide.
He tells us we're weak,
Our hope is in vain,
The good that we
We ne'er shall obtain,
But when such
Our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions,
The Lord will provide.
No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim,
Yet since we have
The Saviour's great name;
In this our strong
For safety we hide,
The Lord is our power,
The Lord will provide.
When life sinks
And death is in view,
This word of his
Shall comfort us through:
No fearing or
With Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting,
The Lord will provide.
Olney Hymn
