Why do I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempest's pow'r? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tow'r; Though hot the fight, why quit the field? Why should I either flee or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty shield? Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living bread; I know not what may soon betide. Or how my wants shall be supplied; But Jesus knows and will provide.