When Doubts Start to Rise

 

When troubles assail me, when doubts start to rise,

When storm clouds obscure hope and dim faith's sharp eyes,

When heartache gives way then to gloom and deep pain,

My Jesus still holds me; His love will not wane.

When loud tempests buffet my soul on life's seas,

When foes all accuse me and help fails and flees,

When vict'ry is trampled and crushed to the dust,

My Jesus still holds me; in Him will I trust.

I never could stand long against hosts so dark;

By myself I'd falter and lose hope's small spark;

But I have a promise, a great surety!

My Jesus still holds me—He loves endlessly.

It's not by my doing nor by my intent,

It's not by my words though their being well-meant;

But Grace has assured me: by Grace I shall stand;

My Jesus still holds me—I'm safe in His hand.

© 2025, D. Benning

May be sung to the tune, St. Denio  (11.11.11.11), by John Roberts, 1839