HOW frail and fallible am I! What weakness marks my changing frame! Yet there is strength and comfort nigh, For Jesus, Thou art still the same.
Thy love immortal and divine, No coldness damps, no time destroys; Through countless ages it will shine, Bright source of everlasting joys.
On Thy sure mercy I depend In all my trials, wants, and woes; For Thou art an unchanging Friend; Sweet is the peace Thy hand bestows.
Hast Thou protected me thus far, To leave me in the dangerous hour? Shall Satan be allowed to mar Thy work, or to resist Thy power?
O never wilt Thou leave the soul That flies for refuge to Thy breast! Thy love which moved to make me whole, Shall guide me to eternal rest.
Though stars be from their courses hurled, Though mighty ruin should descend Wide o’er a desolated world; The love of Jesus knows no end.
William Hiley Bathurst, 1796-1877