Though troubles assail,
And dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail,
And foes all unite:
Yet one thing secures us
Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us
The Lord will provide.

The birds, without barn
Or storehouse, are fed;
From them let us learn
To trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting
Shall ne’er be denied,
So long as ’tis written,
The Lord will provide.

We may, like the ships,
By tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost;
Though Satan enrages
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages
The Lord will provide.

His call we obey,
Like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers,
We have a sure guide,
And trust in all dangers
The Lord will provide.