1 The saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For, when they least expect his aid,
The Saviour will appear.
2 This Abra'm found: he raised the knife,
God saw, and said, "Forbear!
Yon ram shall yield his meaner life—
Behold the victim there."
3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand;
Saul turns his arms another way,
To save th' invaded land.
4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave
He thought to rise no more;
But God prepared a fish to save
And bear him to the shore.
5 Bless'd proofs of power and grace divine
That meet us in his word!
May every deep-felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord!
6 Wait for his seasonable aid,
And though it tarry, wait:
The promise may be long delay'd,
But cannot come too late.