Why Should I Doubt

Why should I doubt, why should I fear When Jesus my High Priest is near? Would He desert His blood-bought child And let him sink in sin defiled? Has He not love and grace combined With power and wisdom sweetly twined? So would He leave me to decay If I neglect sometimes to pray? How much more faithful He than I, When sometimes I His name deny And when my days are filled with cares And few and far between my prayers. Why anxious be, My child, my love? I rule above And here below, Do you not know That sun and storm And smooth and rough All good and ill Are subject to my will – for good? “We know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28