Away, My Unbelieving Fear!

Away

my un­be­liev­ing fear!

Fear shall in me no more have place;

My Sav­ior doth not yet ap­pear

He hides the bright­ness of His face;

But shall I there­fore let Him go

And base­ly to the tempt­er yield?

No

in the strength of Je­sus

no!

I nev­er will give up my shield.

Although the vine its fruit de­ny

Although the ol­ive yield no oil

The wi­ther­ing fig-tree droop and die

The field elude the til­ler’s toil

The emp­ty stall no herd af­ford

And per­ish all the bleat­ing race

Yet will I tri­umph in the Lord

The God of my sal­va­tion praise.

Barren al­though my soul re­main

And not one bud of grace ap­pear

No fruit of all my toil and pain

But sin

and on­ly sin is here;

Although my gifts and com­forts lost

My bloom­ing hopes cut off I see;

Yet will I in my Sav­ior trust

And glo­ry that He died for me.

In hope

be­liev­ing against hope

Jesus my Lord and God I claim;

Jesus my strength shall lift me up

Salvation is in Je­sus’ name;

To me He soon shall bring it nigh;

My soul shall then out­strip the wind

On wings of love mount up on high

And leave the world and sin be­hind.