J. Newton

P.M.

WHY should I fear the darkest hour,

Or tremble at the tempter’s power?

Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

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Though hot the fight, why quit the field?

Why must I either fly or yield,

Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

3

When creature comforts fade and die,

Worldlings may weep, but why should I?

Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

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Though all the flocks and herds were dead,

My soul a famine need not dread,

For Jesus is my living bread.

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I know not what may soon betide,

Or how my wants shall be supplied;

But Jesus knows, and will provide.

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Though sin would fill me with distress,

The throne of grace I dare address,

For Jesus is my righteousness.

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Though faint my prayers and cold my love,

My steadfast hope shall not remove,

While Jesus intercedes above.

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Against me earth and hell combine;

But on my side is power divine;

Jesus is all, and He is mine!