Round Two

There are no more adequate more for how I feel right now than these. Thank you Robert Keen, for writing this hymn. I'll forever be grateful. 

" In every condition, in sickness in health, in poverty's vale or abounding in wealth, at home or abroad, on the land or the sea As thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be. 

Fear not, I am with thee; oh be not dismayed, for I am thy God and will still give thee aid. I'll strengthen thee, help the, and cause thee to stand, upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand.

When through the deep waters I call the to go, the rivers of sorrow shall  not thee o'erflow, for I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, my grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply. The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine. 

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake." 

                                                                                         -How Firm a Foundation, Hymn 85