The Saints Should Never Be Dismayed

The saints should nev­er be dis­mayed

Nor sink in hope­less fear;

For when they least ex­pect His aid

The Sav­ior will ap­pear.

This Ab­ra­ham found: he raised the knife;

God saw

and said

For­bear!

Yon ram shall yield his mean­er life;

Behold the vic­tim there.

Once David seemed Saul’s cer­tain prey;

But hark! the foe’s at hand;

Saul turns his arms an­oth­er way

To save th’in­vad­ed land.

When Jo­nah sank be­neath the wave

He thought to rise no more;

But God pre­pared a fish to save

And bear him to the shore.

Blest proofs of pow­er and grace di­vine

That meet us in His Word!

May ev­ery deep felt care of mine

Be trust­ed with the Lord.

Wait for His sea­son­able aid

And though it tar­ry

wait:

The pro­mise may be long de­layed

But can­not come too late.