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 sunk 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 pow’r 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.