And Changes Not But Me

For You o God, we gather, 

tho all’s in disarray. 

Steadfast and unchanging! 

When nothing does, You stay. 

Indeed, it is a sweet thing 

To gather in His Name. 

Tho each have separate stories, 

the Author is the same. 

Offer us some strength Lord, 

that we might help carry 

burdens of each other, 

to place them at your feet. 

Be our place of refuge 

when wicked arrows fly. 

Even pierced we praise, 

for ‘tis gain even to die.

We oft thro changing seasons

may be so downcast prone. 

So be it with what’s vain, 

we trust in God alone. 

Who reigning forever, 

our immutable God He, 

so faithful and constant, 

And changes not but me.