O’erwhelmed with wonder and surprise,
Amid dark scenes of providence,
To Heav’n we raise our suppliant eyes,
And wait for light and guidance thence.

Saints for a time may be oppressed,
And broken with repeated woes;
But God will give them ease and rest,
And plead their cause against their foes.

Or if His anger grow severe,
‘Tis but to purge away their sin;
And though the furnace He prepare,
It is to make their graces shine.

Thick clouds may veil His awful throne,
And wrathful arrows fly abroad;
Yet to His saints He still is known,
The righteous and the faithful God.