Classic Poem

Lord, I trust thee when my spirit,
Broken, with its sin and shame,
Seeks its peace and finds its pardon,
In the virtue of thy name.
Lord, I trust thee when my burdens
Press me down with woe and care,
And the hand that sends the trouble,
Reaches down, my load to share.
Lord, I trust thee when my sorrows
Pine for comfort and relief,
And the love that gently chides me,
Wipes away the tear of grief.
Lord, I trust thee when before me
Yawns the dark and gloomy grave,
And the ties of time dissolving,
Cast me loose on Jordan's wave

On thy promise, on thy promise,
As upon a mother's breast,
I would in the tempest hide me,
I would find my peace and rest.