WHY SO FEARFUL?

EVERY blessing, every favour,
From God's sov'reign bounty flows ;
And each trial, and each sorrow,
Unto His dominion bows.

Then, my soul, oh, why so fearful ?
Can His mercy ever fail ?
And can hosts of threat'ning dangers
Mighty though they be, prevail ?

Stormy winds, and raging tempests,
Cease at His command, " Be still,"
And the tempests of life's pathway
Are subservient to His will.

Gracious, pitying, tender Saviour,
To my trembling bosom say,
" Peace, be still," and every sorrow
Would Thy sov'reign word obey.