Oh, trust thyself to Jesus

When conscious of thy sin,

Its heavy weight upon thee,

Its mighty pow'r within:

Then is the hour for pleading

His finished work for thee:

Then is the time for singing,

His blood was shed for me.

Oh, trust thyself to Jesus

When tempted to transgress,

By word or look of anger,

Or thought of bitterness:

Then is the hour for claiming

Thy Lord to fight for thee:

Then is the time for singing,

He doth deliver me.

Oh, trust thyself to Jesus

When daily cares perplex,

And trifles seem so mighty

Thy inner soul to vex:

Then is the hour for grasping

His hand who walked the sea:

Then is the time for singing,

He makes it calm for me.

Oh, trust thyself to Jesus

When thou art wearied sore,

When head or hand refuses

To think or labor more:

Then is the hour for leaning

Upon the Master's breast:

Then is the time for singing,

My Savior gives me rest.