No matter what happens in my life, my soul rests in You. Satan unleashes this world to feast upon my heart with trials and temptations. But I thank You, Lord, for Your blessed assurance that Jesus shed His blood to save my soul; Your Word promises that my sins are nailed to the cross.
Therefore, O God, I live for You as Christ lives in me. I do not wince at the thought of my dying breath, for the whisper of Your love has brought sweet peace to my soul. But this hope of mine is not for the grave.
My eyes are on the sky. I listen for the sound of Heaven’s gates that, at the time of Christ’s glorious return, shall open to receive all who have persevered in You. I could be dust when Jesus comes, but I trust that my soul would be well. And then, because of Your mercy, I would be made whole again so that I may ascend with my Savior to where You prepared a place for me in Your Kingdom.
I shall praise my Savior all the day long.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
angels descending bring from above
echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest;
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
watching and waiting, looking above,
filled with his goodness, lost in his love.
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.
Hymn: Blessed Assurance
Text: Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915
Music: Phoebe P. Knapp, 1839-1908