The saints should ne­ver be dis­mayed,
Nor sink in hope­less fear;
For when they least ex­pect His aid,
The Sav­ior will ap­pear.

This Ab­ra­ham found: he raised the knife;
God saw, and said, For­bear!
Yon ram shall yield his mean­er life;
Behold the vic­tim there.

Once David seemed Saul’s cer­tain prey;
But hark! the foe’s at hand;
Saul turns his arms ano­ther way,
To save th’in­vad­ed land.

When Jo­nah sank b­eneath the wave,
He thought to rise no more;
But God pre­pared a fish to save,
And bear him to the shore.

Blest proofs of pow­er and grace di­vine,
That meet us in His Word!
May eve­ry deep felt care of mine
Be trust­ed with the Lord.

Wait for His seas­ona­ble aid,
And though it tar­ry, wait:
The pro­mise may be long de­layed,
But can­not come too late.