There's a little word that the Lord has giv'n

For our help in the hour of need:

Let us reckon ourselves to be dead to sin,

To be dead and dead indeed.

There's another word that the Lord has giv'n,

In the very same verse we read,

Let us reckon ourselves as alive in Him,

As alive and alive indeed.

While we trust in feeling or inward frames

We shall always be tossed about,

Let us anchor fast to the Word of God,

And reckon away our doubt.

As the mariner, when the skies are dim,

Sails on by his compass true;

So our faith would cling to the promise firm,

And reckon the journey through.

O how sweet it is to be anchored fast

To a hope that can never fail;

Let us reckon on with a firmer trust,

Till we anchor within the veil.

You may claim the promise from every pain,

You may know His power to heal;

But your faith must rest in His word alone,

And reckon, rather than feel.