| Song | Trust |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Rebecca N. Taylor |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 11.9.11.9.11.9.11.4 |
| Tags | Trust |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Psalm 18:2 |
| CCLI Song No |
Though The Rain May Fall And The Wind Be Blowing,
And Cold And Chill Is The Wintry Blast;
Though The Cloudy Sky Is Still Cloudier Growing,
And Dead Leaves Tell That The Summer Has Passed,
Yet My Face I Hold To The Stormy Heaven,
My Heart As Calm As A Summer Sea;
I Am Glad To Receive What My God Hath Given,
Whatever It Be.
When I Feel The Cold, I Can Say, “He Sends It,”
His Wind Blows Blessing I Surely Know;
For I’ve Ne’er A Want But That He Attends It;
My Heart Beats Warm, Though The Winds May Blow;
The Soft, Sweet Summer Was Warm And Glowing,
So Bright Were The Blossoms On Every Bough;
I Trusted Him When The Roses Were Blowing
I Trust Him Now.
Oh, Small Were My Faith Should It Weakly Falter,
When Now The Roses Have Ceased To Blow;
And Frail Were The Trust That Now Should Alter,
To Doubt His Love When The Storm Clouds Grow;
If I Trust Him Once I Must Trust Him Ever
His Way Is Best, Though I Stand Or Fall;
Through Wind Or Storm He Will Leave Me Never,
For He Sends All.
Now Why Should My Heart Be Faint And Fearing?
The Mighty One Rules Above The Storm;
For Even The Wintry Blast Is Cheering,
Revealing His Power To Keep Me Warm;
No, Never A Care On My Heart Is Pressing,
And Never A Fear Can Disturb My Breast;
Yes, Everything That He Sends Is Blessing,
For He Knows Best.
