When grief like a flood engulfs me as I pray
When dark doubts like waves rock my soul
Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say
I am yours, you are God, my own goal
When Satan does trouble and trials do unfold
May his faithful goodness extol
That Christ does take care of my broken household
And was raised from the dead for my soul
My sin—ha, the thrill of this overwhelming truth—
My sin—not just past; the full roll!—
Is judged on the cross, and I face death no more
And I’m yours, you are mine, my own goal
It is well, with my soul
You are love, my own goal
You do well, you are good, with my soul
I am yours, you are God
You are light, and my rod
Saved from hell, my dear Lord, you are God
