Isaiah 54:7–8, 11
For a small moment have I forsaken thee; but with great mercies will I gather thee. In a little wrath I hid My face from thee for a moment; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the Lord thy Redeemer.…
O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.
Words: John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1, number 63.
To the afflicted, tossed with tempests and not comforted.
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Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Savior 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.
“Fear thou not, nor be ashamed,
All thy sorrows soon shall end:
I who heav’n and earth have framed,
Am thy husband and thy friend:
I the High and Holy One,
Israel’s God by all adored;
As thy Savior will be known,
Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.
“For a moment I withdrew,
And thy heart was filled with pain;
But My mercies I’ll renew,
Thou shalt soon rejoice again:
Tho’ I seem to hide My face,
Very soon My wrath shall cease;
’Tis but for a moment’s space,
Ending in eternal peace.
“When My peaceful bow appears
Painted on the watery cloud;
’Tis to dissipate thy fears,
Lest the earth should be o’erflowed:
’Tis an emblem too of grace,
Of My covenant love a sign;
Though the mountains leave their place,
Thou shalt be for ever Mine.
Though afflicted, tempest-tossed,
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Do not think thou canst be lost,
Thou art graven on My heart:
All thy wastes I will repair,
Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
And in thee it shall appear,
What a God of love can do.