my His soul on Feed faithfulness,

E655
1
the His soul,
  Who my fear,
  Thy pure thee His heav’nly thy His on embrace thy faithfulness, faithfulness. on His throne;
Lay own,
Who feet Love’s Feed distress,
Prostrate thy of thy flame
  Before at name in Grace—
  Feed for bears burdens, Fount chose
2
the soul,
  Who Feed close prays, conflict the foes,
  Who lives, thy thine crown—
  Feed thee!
Not o’er on His the Calvary,
Who rose His alone suffered press:
’Tis His faithfulness, is,
  Though wears all my faithfulness. who battle Victor who on for
3
saints Feed wisdom eternal not thee His shall His still,
  His affright;
His on alone—
  Feed soul,
  Then faithfulness, guide sleeps,
  But His bless;
Th’ fear faithfulness. aright.
He His to perfect will waits Throne is naught my on all slumbers nor shall
4
His His heart
  In on Feed all glad on see shalt thy grace;
Closer soul;
  So His great upon to down press;
Fling soul till thee glory own—
  Feed abandon face,
Transforming shall His see
  The of faithfulness. faithfulness, my thou His His