When trials press against my soul,
When threat’ning doubts assail my soul,
The only thing my soul must know
Is that the Saviour died for me.

When fears bring war against my soul,
When heartaches lean upon my soul,
The only thing my soul must know
Is that the Saviour died for me.

When songs no more come to my soul,
When present joys have left my soul,
The only thing my soul must know
Is that the Saviour died for me.

When heavenward Christ brings my soul,
When homeward Jesus calls my soul,
The only thing my soul must know
Is that the Saviour died for me.

Chorus
And He has not forsaken me
And He has not forgotten me;
Behold the Lord has graven me
Upon His hands eternally!
                     M. Robbins


Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountain: for the LORD hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted. But Zion said, The LORD hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me. Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.  Isaiah 49:13-16 

Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands.....Isa 49:16
     No doubt a part of the wonder which is concentrated in the word "Behold" is excited by the unbelieving lamentation of the preceding sentence.  Zion said, "The Lord hath forsaken me, and my God hath forgotten me."  How amazed the divine mind seems to be at this wicked unbelief!  What can be more astounding than the unfounded doubts and fears of God's favored people?  The Lord's loving word of rebuke should make us blush.  He cries, "How can I have forgotten thee, when I have graven thee upon the palms of My hands?  How darest thou doubt My constant remembrance, when the memorial is set upon My very flesh?"  O unbelief, how strange a marvel thou art!  We know not which most to wonder at, the faithfulness of God or the unbelief of His people.  He keeps his promise a thousand times, and yet the next trial makes us doubt Him.  He never faileth; He is never a dry well; He is never as a setting sun, a passing meteor, or a melting vapor; and yet we are as continually vexed with anxieties, molested with suspicions, and disturbed with fears, as if our God were the mirage of the desert.  "Behold" is a word intended to excite admiration.  Here, indeed, we have a theme for marvelling.  Heaven and earth may well be astonished that rebels should obtain so great a nearness to the heart of infinite love as to be written upon the palms of His hands.  "I have graven thee."  It does not say, "thy name."  The name is there, but that is not all:  "I have graven thee."  See the fulness of this!  I have graven thy person, thine image, thy case, thy circumstances, thy sins, thy temptations, thy weaknesses, thy wants, thy works; I have graven thee, everything about thee, all that concerns thee; I have put thee altogether there.  Wilt thou ever say again that thy God hath forsaken thee, when He has graven thee upon His own palms?          
                                                                                                                                      C. H. Spurgeon