163 I place myself in Jesus' hands,

1 I place myself in Jesus' hands, And there abide for ever; No griefs, no joys, shall loose the bands, Nor our sweet union sever; In those dread days When earth decays, Who stays on Him, and whom He stays, Shall be preserved for ever. 2 A rock and castle is the Lord, And they shall see and wonder Who build on His almighty word, And thereon deeply ponder; And what He saith, In life and death, My heart shall trust with steadfast faith, Though earth be rent asunder. 3 Let Him do with me what He will, He cannot fail to please me, I cleave to Him with strong faith still, And hope that He will bless me; He must be blest Who loves Him best, And on His word doth firmly rest; Lord, with this truth impress me. 4 When things are at their worst, I will Still joy in His protection, Who loves to bring out good from ill, And grieves in my affliction: His trials sent Are all well meant, His blows a Father's chastisement, And tokens of affection. 5 My confidence unshaken stands Upon His blessed promise, That none shall pluck us from His hands, Nor any foe o'ercome us. He will not break The word He spake. He will not leave us, nor forsake, Nor take His Spirit from us.