How firm a foundation, ye saints of the lord
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you, he hath said
Who unto the savior, who unto the savior
Who unto the savior for refuge have fled?
In every condition—in sickness, in health
In poverty’s vale or abounding in wealth
At home or abroad, on the land or the sea—
As thy days may demand, as thy days may demand
As thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be
Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand
When through the deep waters I call thee to go
The rivers of sorrow shall not thee o’erflow
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless
And sanctify to thee, and sanctify to thee
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, thy dross to consume
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine
E’en down to old age, all my people shall prove
My sov’reign, eternal, unchangeable love
And then, when gray hair shall their temples adorn
Like lambs shall they still, like lambs shall they still
Like lambs shall they still in my bosom be borne
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake
I’ll never, no never, I’ll never, no never
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!
