I look to Thee in every need, And never look in vain. I feel thy strong and tender love And all is well again. The thought of thee is mightier far Than sin and pain and sorrow are, Than sin and pain and sorrow are, my Lord.
Discouraged in the work of life, Disheartened by its load. Shamed by its failures and its fears I sink beside the road. But let me only think of Thee And then new heart springs up in me, And then new heart springs up in me, my Lord.
There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night, There is an ear that never shuts When sink the beams of light. There is an arm that never tires When human strength gives way, There is a love that never fails When earthly loves decay. But there's a power which man can wield When mortal aid is vain.
That eye, that arm, that loves to reach The listening ear to gain. That power is prayer which soars on high, Through Jesus to the throne, Which moves the Hand which moves the world To bring salvation down, bring salvation down.
Words By Samuel Longfellow From "The Continual Burnt Offerings"