Though troubles assail, and dangers affright

1Though troubles assail, and dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
The promise assures us, "The Lord will provide."

2The 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."

3No 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."

4When life sinks apace, and death is in view,
The word of his grace shall comfort us through;
Not fearing or doubting, with Christ at our side,
We'll still trust his promise,—"The Lord will provide."