Be it ours, then, to trust the unseen Lord, and never shall we fail. Glorious Lord, we believe; help thou our unbelief.
Fear not, nor longer be dismayed,
Lo, I, the mighty God, am nigh;
Thou shalt, each moment, feel my aid,
If thou wilt on mine arm rely.
Why shouldst thou fear, when I am thine—
When all I am, I am for thee?
If thou art weak, my strength divine
Is perfect in infirmity.
Without my help thou canst not stand,
But thee I will not leave alone;
I’ll hold thee up by my right hand,
Till thou shalt reach my heavenly throne.