Cast Down, yet Hoping in God. Ps. 42. 5-11; 43. 5
J. Fawcett 8.7.4.
1
O my soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness;
Bid thy restless fears be gone;
Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in his dear name.
2
What though Satan’s strong temptations
Vex and tease thee day by day,
And thy sinful inclinations
Often fill thee with dismay?
Thou shalt conquer,
Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood.
3
Though ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within,
Jesus says he’ll ne’er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin;
He is faithful,
To perform his gracious word.
4
Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread’st the thorny road,
His right hand shall still defend thee;
Soon he’ll bring thee home to God;
Therefore praise him;
Praise the great Redeemer’s name.
5
O that I could now adore him
Like the heavenly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
Happy songsters!
When shall I your chorus join?
