Because He Is My Savior

When clouds of despair hide the glory of the day, And weary my feet plod along my pilgrim way, Come joy or sorrow, good or ill, I yield myself unto His will Whose mercy guides and keeps me still, Because He is my Savior! He will not forsake me in seasons of distress; My weakness He knows, and He's always near to bless; His mercy, boundless as the sea, His grace, so rich, so full, so free, In floods of glory cover me, Because He is my Savior. The poorest and lowest are not beneath...