Trust > Lyrics | E. McBride

Trust attr. to E. McBride, bef.1875 arr. Copyright: Public Domain Main subject: Trust Scripture: Psalm 18:2 Trust Joel A. Erickson, 2004 Copyright: Public Domain Key: D Meter: 11.9.11.9.11.9.11.4 Learn about playing music formats... view Scorch sheet music [.sib] play midi [.mid] play high quality mp3 [.mp3] play dial-up quality mp3 [.mp3] play dial-up quality WMA [.wma]	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, Whate’er 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. The origin of these lyrics is uncertain. Some sources, including The Christian’s Secret of a Happy Life, quote the first three verses with either no attribution or “Author Unknown.” One source included the fourth verse, and attributed the work to “E. McBride.”

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,
Whate’er 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.

The origin of these lyrics is uncertain. Some sources, including The Christian’s Secret of a Happy Life, quote the first three verses with either no attribution or “Author Unknown.” One source included the fourth verse, and attributed the work to “E. McBride.”