O faint and feeble-hearted!
Why thus cast down with fear?
Fresh aid shall be imparted,
Thy God unseen is near.
His eye can never slumber,
He marks thy cruel foes;
Observes their strength, their number,
And all thy weakness knows.
Though heavy clouds of sorrow
Make dark thy path to-day,
There may shine forth to-morrow
Once more a cheering ray.
Doubts, griefs, and foes assailing,
Conceal heaven’s fair abode;
Yet now faith’s power prevailing
Should stay thy mind on God.