The World He Made He Still Sustains

The world He made He still sus­tains

When then dost thou

O Is­ra­el

say

My God for­gets His peo­ple’s pains;

His Ja­cob is a cast­away?

Repent thee of thy peev­ish haste

Recall the rash des­pond­ing word

No more com­plain

The hour is past

And I have wea­ried out my Lord.

Hast thou not heard

hast thou not known

The ev­er­last­ing God

that laid

The earth’s foun­da­tions

rules alone

Nor faints to bear the world He made?

Jehovah is un­change­able

His ways

and thought

are not as ours

He cheers the lang­uid souls that fail

And quick­ens all their droop­ing pow­ers.

Gently He lifts the fall­en up

He gives them faith

and faith’s in­crease

Revives their fee­ble

dy­ing hope

And fills with love

and joy and peace.

Blasted

the vi­gor of the young

Shall fade

and sud­den­ly de­cay;

The bold

and con­fi­dent

and strong

Shall fear

des­pair

and die away.

But they who wait up­on the Lord

Shall sure­ly find His pro­mise true

Receive the quick­en­ing pow­er­ful Word

And

born of God

their strength re­new.

Their will­ing souls from sin set free

Shall swift­ly in His sta­tutes move

Shall walk in glo­ri­ous li­ber­ty

Shall fly up­on the wings of love.

With ea­gle’s wings their souls shall rise

Steady and strong to Heav­en soar

Regain on earth their na­tive skies

And faint

and fall

and sin no more.