342 Why, my soul, thus trembling ever?

1 Why, my soul, thus trembling ever? Have no fear; Christ is near; Naught from thee can sever. Heaven is thine, and Christ shall own thee: Faithful be Until He Shall with triumph crown thee. 2 Painful cross if He should send me, Shall I faint With complaint, Lest the grief should end me? He hath borne the cross before me: Soon no pain Shall remain, Only peace be o'er me. 3 Hopeful, cheerful, and undaunted, Everywhere They appear Who in Christ are planted: Death itself cannot appall them: They rejoice When the voice Of their Lord doth call them. 4 Death cannot destroy forever: From our fears, Cares and tears, Soon shall it deliver. Doors of grief and gloom it closes, While the soul, Free and whole, With the saints reposes. 5 Lord, my Shepherd, take me to Thee! I am Thine, Thou art mine, Even ere I knew Thee. I am Thine, for Thou hast bought me: Lost I stood, But Thy blood Free salvation brought me. 6 Thou art mine; and, for my guiding, Be Thy bright Shining light In my heart abiding! Savior dear! let me, attaining To Thy side, There abide, With Thee ever reigning!