1 Thy promise, Lord, is perfect peace,
And yet my trials still increase;
Till fears at times my soul assail,
That Satan’s rage must yet prevail.

2 Then, Savior, then I fly to Thee,
And in Thy grace my refuge see;
Thou heard’st me from Thy holy hill,
And Thou wilt hear and help me still.

3 Beneath Thy wings secure I sleep;
What foe can harm while Thou dost keep?
I wake, and find Thee at my side,
My omnipresent guard and guide!

4 Oh why should earth or hell distress,
With God so strong, so nigh to bless?
From Him alone salvation flows;
On Him alone, my soul, repose.