| Song | When I Can Trust My All With God |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Key | |
| Tags | When I Can Trust My All With God |
| Theme(s) | The New Life Trust And Joy |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
When I Can Trust My All With God,
In Trial’s Fearful Hour
Bow All Resigned Beneath His Rod,
And Bless His Sparing Power;
A Joy Springs Up Amid Distress,
A Fountain In The Wilderness.
O! To Be Brought To Jesus’ Feet,
Though Trials Fix Me There,
Is Still A Privilege Most Sweet;
For He Will Hear My Prayer;
Though Sighs And Tears Its Language Be,
The Lord Is Nigh To Answer Me.
Then, Blesséd Be The Hand That Gave,
Still Blesséd When It Takes;
Blesséd Be He Who Smites To Save,
Who Heals The Heart He Breaks;
Perfect And True Are All His Ways,
Whom Heaven Adores And Death Obeys.
