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JESUS my all.

Why should I fear the darkest hour,

Or tremble at the tempter's pow'r?

Jesus vouchsafes to be my tow'r.

Though hot the fight; why quit the field?

Why must I either flee or yield,

Since JESUS is my mighty shield?

When creature comforts fade and die,

Worldlings may weep; but why should I?

Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

Though all the flocks and herds were dead,

My soul a famine need not dread,

For Jesus is my living bread.

I know not what may soon betide,

Or how my wants shall be supplied;

But Jesus knows, and will provide.

Though sin would fill me with distress,

The throne of grace I dare address;

For JESUS is my righteousness.

Though faint my prayers, and cold my love,

My stedfast hope shall not remove,

While Jesus intercedes above.

Against me earth and hell combine,

But on my side is pow'r divine;

Jesus is all, and he is mine.