My fainting soul had well nigh droop'd
When sorrow's heavy hand was near;
But to the throne of grace I look'd,
And mercy soon dispel'd my fear.
"I'll never leave thee, nor forsake,"
Came sweetly to my tremb'ling heart;
His word I know He will not break,
He cannot from His oath depart.
Now cheerfully I onward speed,
His promises forbid my fear;
He will supply my every need,
And in distress be ever near.
