How Firm A Foundation

How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word
What more can He say than to you He has said
To you, who to Jesus for refuge have fled

In every condition, in sickness, in health
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea
As days may demand, shall your strength ever be

Fear not, I am with you, O be not dismayed
For I am your God and will still give you aid
I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand
Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent hand

When through fiery trials your pathways shall lie
My grace, all sufficient, shall be your supply
The flame shall not hurt you; my only design
Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose
I will not, I cannot desert to its foes
That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake
I'll never, no never, no never forsake

I'll never, no never, no never forsake