8,6,8,6 Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts be troubled or dismayed; But trust in Providence divine, and trust my gracious aid. I to my Father's house return; there numerous mansions stand, And glory manifold abounds through all the happy land. I go your entrance to secure, and your abode prepare; Regions unknown are safe to you, when I, your friend, am there. Thence shall I come, when ages close, to take you home with me; There we shall meet to part no more, and still together be. I am the way, the truth, the life: no son of human race, But such as I conduct and guide, shall see my Father's face. |