957    L.M.     A. Steele
“I am thy God.” Isa. 41. 10; 43. 1

1 Why sinks my weak, desponding mind?
  Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh?
  Can sovereign goodness be unkind?
  Am I not safe, since God is nigh?

2 He holds all nature in his hand;
  That gracious hand on which I live
  Does life, and time, and death command,
  And has immortal joys to give.

3 ’Tis he supports this fainting frame;
  On him alone my hopes recline;
  The wondrous glories of his name,
  How wide they spread, how bright they shine!

4 Infinite wisdom! boundless power!
  Unchanging faithfulness and love!
  Here let me trust, while I adore,
  Nor from my Refuge e’er remove.

5 My God, if thou art mine indeed,
  Then I have all my heart can crave;
  A present help in times of need;
  Still kind to hear, and strong to save.

6 Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord!
  And ease the sorrows of my breast;
  Speak to my heart the healing word,
  That thou art mine, and I am blest.