To the Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests and Not Comforted
John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 63
|Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,|
Hear what Christ the Saviour says;
Every word should joy impart,
Change thy mourning into praise:
Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee,
May he help thee to believe!
Then thou presently wilt see,
Thou hast little cause to grieve.
2. Fear thou not, nor be ashamed,
|3. For a moment I withdrew,|
And thy heart was filled with pain;
But my mercies I'll renew,
Thou shalt soon rejoice again:
Though I scorn to hide my face,
Very soon my wrath shall cease;
'Tis but for a moment's space,
Ending in eternal peace.
4. When my peaceful bow appears
|5. Though afflicted, tempest-tossed,|
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Do not think thou canst be lost,
Thou art graven on my heart
All thy walls I will repair,
Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
And in thee it shall appear,
What a God of love can do.