Why do I fear the darkest hour,
Or tremble at the tempest’s pow’r?
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tow’r;
Tho hot the fight, why quit the field?
Why should I either flee or yield,
Since Jesus is my mighty shield?
Tho all the flocks and herds were dead,
My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread;
I know not what may soon betide.
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows and will provide.