For a Believer in Darkness and Distress. Ps. 42. 6-8
J. Berridge C.M.
1
Why so cast down, dejected soul?
A loving Christ is near;
Thy broken bones he can make whole,
And drooping spirit cheer.
2
If guilty stings thy conscience feel,
And pierce thee through and through,
Yet past backslidings Christ can heal,
And love thee freely too.
3
If justice draw its flaming sword,
And seems intent to kill,
On Jesus call, and trust his word,
And thou shalt praise him still.
4
Thy soul with tempests may be tossed,
And Satan sorely thrust;
Yet sure no soul shall e’er be lost
Who makes the Lord his trust.
5
Dear Jesus, show thy smiling face,
And Calvary’s peace impart,
Display the power of saving grace,
And cheer a troubled heart.
6
Refresh his eye with sweeter light,
And whisper in his ear,
“Thy soul is precious in my sight,
No need thou hast to fear.”
