1  Why should I fear the darkest hour,

    Or tremble at the tempter's power?

    Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

 2  Though hot the fight, why quit the field?

    Why must I either fly or yield,

    Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

 3  When creature comforts fade and die,

    Worldlings may weep, but why should I?

    Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

 4  Though all the flocks and herds were dead,

    My soul a famine need not dread,

    For Jesus is my living bread.

 5  I know not what may soon betide,

    Or how my wants shall be supplied;

    But Jesus knows, and will provide.

 6  Though sin would fill me with distress,

    The throne of grace I dare address,

    For Jesus is my righteousness.

 7  Though faint my prayers and cold my love,

    My steadfast hope shall not remove,

    While Jesus intercedes above.

 8  Against me earth and hell combine;

    But on my side is power divine;

    Jesus is all, and He is mine!