Oh, trust thyself to Jesus
When conscious of thy sin,
Its heavy weight upon thee,
Its mighty pow’r within:
Then is the hour for pleading
His finished work for thee:
Then is the time for singing,
His blood was shed for me.
When conscious of thy sin,
Its heavy weight upon thee,
Its mighty pow’r within:
Then is the hour for pleading
His finished work for thee:
Then is the time for singing,
His blood was shed for me.
Oh, trust thyself to Jesus
When tempted to transgress,
By word or look of anger,
Or thought of bitterness:
Then is the hour for claiming
Thy Lord to fight for thee:
Then is the time for singing,
He doth deliver me.
When tempted to transgress,
By word or look of anger,
Or thought of bitterness:
Then is the hour for claiming
Thy Lord to fight for thee:
Then is the time for singing,
He doth deliver me.
Oh, trust thyself to Jesus
When daily cares perplex,
And trifles seem so mighty
Thy inner soul to vex:
Then is the hour for grasping
His hand who walked the sea:
Then is the time for singing
He makes it calm for me.
When daily cares perplex,
And trifles seem so mighty
Thy inner soul to vex:
Then is the hour for grasping
His hand who walked the sea:
Then is the time for singing
He makes it calm for me.
Oh, trust thyself to Jesus
When thou art wearied sore,
When head or hand refuses
To think or labor more:
Then is the hour for leaning
Upon the Master’s breast:
Then is the time for singing,
My Savior gives me rest.
When thou art wearied sore,
When head or hand refuses
To think or labor more:
Then is the hour for leaning
Upon the Master’s breast:
Then is the time for singing,
My Savior gives me rest.