1 Why should I fear the darkest hour,
Or tremble at the tempter's power?
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.
2 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.
4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead,
My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread.
5 I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows, and will provide.
6 Though sin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I dare address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.
7 Though faint my prayers and cold my love,
My steadfast hope shall not remove,
While Jesus intercedes above.
8 Against me earth and hell combine;
But on my side is power divine;
Jesus is all, and He is mine!