Whene'er I make some sudden stop -
by Joseph Hart·1814·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
Whene'er I make some sudden stop -
For many such I make -
And cannot see the cloud cleared up
Nor know which path to take,
I to my Saviour speed my way,
To tell my dubious state;
Then listen what the Lord will say,
And hope to follow that.
If Jesus seem to hide his face,
What anxious fears I feel!
But if he deign to whisper peace,
I'm happy! all is well.
Confirmed by one soft, secret word,
I seek no further light;
But walk, depending on my Lord,
By faith, and not by sight.
Of friends and counsellors bereft,
I often hear him say,
"Decline not to the right or left;
Go on; lo! here's the way."
Weak in myself, in him I'm strong;
His Spirit's voice I hear.
The way I walk cannot be wrong,
If Jesus be but there.
He is my Helper and my Guide;
I trust in him alone;
No other helps have I beside;
I venture all on One.