DEPEND

Depend, my soul, on His staff and His rod
Which will not quiver or bend.


Depend, my mind, on the One whose thought
Your depth cannot comprehend.


Depend, my life, on Him who laid down
His life for His friends.


Depend, my spirit, on the grace
That gently condescends.


Depend, my faith, on the Victor
Entitled to ascend.


Depend, my love, on the Man
Who will feed, guard and tend.


Depend, my heart, on the love
That loves to the end.