Anon.
OH, trust thyself to Jesus
When conscious of thy sin,
Its heavy weight upon thee,
Its mighty power within:
Then is the hour for pleading
His finished work for thee:
Then is the time for singing,
His blood was shed for me.
2
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.
3
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.
4
Oh, trust thyself to Jesus
When thou art wearied sore,
When head or hand refuses
To think or labour more:
Then is the hour for leaning
Upon the Master’s breast:
Then is the time for singing,
My Saviour gives me rest.
5
Oh, trust thyself to Jesus
When thou art full of care,
For loved ones still refusing
Our blessed hope to share:
Then is the hour for trusting
Thy Lord to bring them nigh;
Then is the time for singing,
He loves them more than I.
6
Oh, trust thyself to Jesus
When loved ones pass away,
And life is sad and lonely,
And very dark the way:
Then is the hour for yielding
Entirely to His will;
Then is the time for singing,
I have my Saviour still.
