2. This I believe—yea, rather, Of this I make my boast, That God is my dear Father, The Friend who loves me most; And that, whate’er betide me, My Savior is at hand Through stormy seas to guide me And bring me safe to land. 3. I build on this foundation, That Jesus and His blood Alone are my salvation, The true, eternal good; Without Him all that pleases Is valueless on earth; The gifts I owe to Jesus Alone my love are worth. 4. My Jesus is my Splendor, My soul’s bright-beaming Sun; Were He not my Defender Before God’s awful throne, I never should find favor And mercy in His sight, But be destroyed forever, As darkness by the light. 5. He canceled my offenses And saved my soul from death; ’Tis He who ever cleanses Me from my sins through faith. In Him I can be cheerful, Bold, and undaunted aye; In Him I am not fearful Of God’s great Judgment Day. 6. Naught, naught can e’er condemn me Nor set my hope aside; Now hell no more can claim me, Its fury I deride. No sentence e’er reproves me, No ill destroys my peace, For Christ, my Savior, loves me And screens me with His grace. 7. His Spirit in me dwelleth, And o’er my mind He reigns. All sorrow He dispelleth And soothes away all pains. He crowns His work with blessing And helpeth me to cry, “My Father!” without ceasing, To Him who dwells on high. 8. To mine His Spirit speaketh Sweet words of holy cheer, How God, to Him that seeketh For rest, is always near, And how He hath erected A city fair and new, Where what our faith expected We evermore shall view. 9. In yonder home doth flourish My heritage, my lot; Though here I die and perish, My heaven shall fail me not. Though care my life oft saddens And causeth tears to flow, The light of Jesus gladdens And sweetens every woe. 10. Who clings with resolution To Him whom Satan hates Must look for persecution; For him the burden waits Of mockery, shame, and losses, Heaped on his guiltless head; A thousand plagues and crosses Shall be his daily bread. 11. All this I am prepared for, Yet am I not afraid; By Thee shall all be cared for, To whom my vows were paid. Though life and limb it cost me And everything I have, Unshaken shall I trust Thee, Thee never shall I leave. 12. Though earth be rent asunder, Thou’rt mine eternally; Not fire nor sword nor thunder Shall sever me from Thee; Not hunger, thirst, nor danger, Not pain nor poverty, Nor mighty princes’ anger, Shall ever hinder me.