IS GOD for me? I fear not, though all against me rise;
I call on Christ my Saviour; the host of evil flies;
My Friend, the Lord Almighty, and He who Loves me, GOD,
What enemy shall harm me, though coming as a flood?
I know it, I believe it, I say it fearlessly,
That God, the Highest, Mightiest, for ex car loveth men
At all times, in all places He standeth at my side;
He rules the battle fury, the tempest, and the tide.
A Rock that stands for over, is Christ my Righteousness,
And there I stand unfearing it everlasting bliss;
No earthly thing is needful to this my life from heaven,
And naught of love is, worth, save that which Christ has given.
'Christ, all my praise and glory, ml light most sweet and fair,
The ship wherein He saileth is scatheless everywhere.
In Him I. dare be joyful, as a hero in the war;
The judgment of the sinner affrighted me no more.
There is no condemnation, there is no hell for me,
The torment and the fire my eyes shall never see;
For me there is no sentence, for me has death no stings,
Because the Lord w he loves me shall shield me with His wings.
Above my soul's dark waters His Spirit hovers still,
He guards me from all sorrow, from terror and from ill.
In me He works, and blesses the life-seed He has sown;
From Him I learn the "Abba,” that prayer of faith alone.
And if in lonely places, a fearful child, I shrink,
He prays the prayers within me I cannot ask or think;
The deep unspoken language known only to that Love
Who fathoms the heal 's mystery from the throne of light above.
His Spirit to my spirit sweet words of comfort saith,
How God the weak one strengthens who leans on Him in faith:
How He hath built a city of love and light and song,
Where there at last beholdeth what the heart had loved so long.
And there is mine inheritance, my kingly palace-home;
The leaf mat fall and perish, not less the spring will come;
Like wind and rain of winter our earthly sighs and tears,
Till the golden summer dawneth of the endless year of years.
The world nay pass and perish, Thou, GOD, will not remove;
No hatred of all devils can part me from Thy love;
No hungering nor thirsting, no poverty nor care,
No wrath of mighty princes, can reach my shelter there.
No angel and no heaven, no throne, nor power, nor might;
No loss, no tribulation, no danger, fear, nor fight;
No height, no depth, no creature that has been, or can be,
Can drive me from Thy bosom, can sever me from Thee.
My heart in joy upleapeth; grief cannot linger there;
She singeth high in glary, amid the sunshine fair;
The Sun that shines on me k JESUS and His lose;
The fountain of my singing is high in heaven above.
P. G.