Christian Classics

Isaac Watts · 548 of 724

Hymn 40

Our God! how firm his promise stands, E'en when he hides his face; He trusts in our Redeemer's hands His glory and his .

Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one? Thy God is faithful to his , Is faithful to his Son.

Beneath his smiles my heart has lived, And part of heav'n possessed; I praise his name for grace received, And trust him for the rest.