Oh my heart be still. why frettest thou for naught? Why worry of the day ye see not? trust ye not in thy Sov'reigns will? You asked Him for favour And He granted you His love You asked Him to stand for thee He gave His life so you may be. How can you fret even now? Cans't thou not see His thorn crowned brow? Can you still doubt His lavish love? There is no reason reasonable to doubt For Everlasting Arms hold you. No foe exists that can assail you. All the favour of God is thine, So what courage should from thee shine? -GS
