My Father’s Hand

I’m traveling through a foreign land,

Where devils lurk on every hand,

But still by faith I face each fear,

And trust my Father’s hand is near.

And as a stranger in this land,

I’ve learned to trust my Saviour’s Hand;

For He is God who made all things,

And He is Lord and King of Kings.

He helps me walk the narrow way,

And serve my Saviour day by day;

While Satan, driven by his wrath,

Has spread temptation on my path.

But He who dwells within my heart

Has conquered Satan’s every dart;

He’s Jesus Christ who died for me,

And rose again in victory.

So I will trust my Father’s Hand;

For my Salvation He has planned:

He took the ashes from my face,

And gave me beauty in it’s place.

Ezra Brainard, August 2012.