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If to Jesus for relief
My soul has fled by prayer;
Why should I give way to grief,
Or heart-consuming care?
Are not all things in his hand?
Has he not his promise past?
Will he then regardless stand
And let me sink at last?

While I know his providence
Disposes each event;
Shall I judge by feeble sense,
And yield to discontent?
If he worms and sparrows feed,
Clothe the grass in rich array;
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eye away?

When his name was quite unknown,
And sin my life employed;
Then he watched me as his own,
Or I had been destroyed:
Now his mercy-seat I know,
Now by grace am reconciled;
Would he spare me while a foe,
To leave me when a child?

If he all my wants supplied
When I disdained to pray;
Now his Spirit is my guide,
How can he say me nay?
If he would not give me up,
When my soul against him fought;
Will he disappoint the hope,
Which he himself has wrought?

If he shed his precious blood
To bring me to his fold;
Can I think that meaner good
He ever will withhold?
Satan, vain is thy device!
Here my hope rests well-assured,
In that great redemption-price,
I see the whole secured.

[John Newton, "Questions to Unbelief," Olney Hymns, Book 3, Hymn 38]