Ransomed soul, dismiss thy fear,
Jesus for thee will appear;

He will shew a smiling face­—

You will sing delivering grace.

Thy every need he will supply,

Jehovah, Jireh, still is nigh;

He knows thy wants, he hears thy prayers,
And bottles all thy mournful tears.

Cheer up then, saint, rejoice and sing,
Remember Jesus Christ is king;

He holds the reigns in his own hand,
Afflictions fly at his command.

Submissive wait your Maker’s nod,
And own this as a chastening rod;
Remember trials serve to prove,
That you’re an object of his love.



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