OUR FATHER'S HAND
What time I am afraid, O God
My heart doth trust in thee~
Dogs surround.They mock, they laugh.
But thy gentleness, it touches me.
My heart doth trust in thee~
Dogs surround.They mock, they laugh.
But thy gentleness, it touches me.
Weary, I fall before the King who bled~
Stabbed by nails and thorns, for me;
My shameful tears and sweat a-tumble down~
The Lord Jesus suffered first: he sees.
Now: behold the wicked, rising up~
Vicious tongues that lash and scorn;
The haughty build their final tower
(Saints on eagle's wings, carried o'er).
But we remember the promise of the morning star,
My shameful tears and sweat a-tumble down~
The Lord Jesus suffered first: he sees.
Now: behold the wicked, rising up~
Vicious tongues that lash and scorn;
The haughty build their final tower
(Saints on eagle's wings, carried o'er).
But we remember the promise of the morning star,
Jesus Christ, the Everlasting King of truth and light~
Soon he returns in the clouds with great glory!
God's mighty hand will break the night!
God's mighty hand will break the night!
And the Lord Christ Jesus who felt the traitor's kiss~
Who bore the contempt and the cruelty of man,
Who bore the contempt and the cruelty of man,
He hides us, he comforts~ he whispers by his word~
We safely rest in our Father's hand.
(~sister Abby Elizabeth)