Jehovah is my sov'reign God, He brings salvation nigh; He treats us with His chast'ning rod, And will until we die. Dear Lord, I come, to Thee just now, In pity hear, I pray; In faith I now before Thee bow, To hear what Thou dost say. And when I hear Thy spirit say, “Fear not, my weary child”; I hold more firmly to His hand, And trust Him with a smile. When I shall lay my burdens down, And leave this world behind; I want to hear God's trumpet sound, Then Glory will be mine.