SHALL tribulation's deep distress,
Or fear, or want, or nakedness,
Or cruel foe, or conquering sword,
Divide us, from thy love, O Lord?
No, vain alike, were death, and life,
And powers of hell, and Satan's strife,
And things that are, and things to be,
To separate us, Lord, from Thee!
So shall we, Saviour, through Thy love,
In all things, more than conquerors prove;
Nor grave shall hold, nor hell shall harm,
The ransom'd of Thy holy arm.