Why, O my soul, art thou dismayed?

Why, O my soul, art thou dismayed?
Why in these tents of sorrow groan?
On what have thy fond hopes been stayed,
Still seeking rest, but finding none?

Rest in the promise God has spoke,
In all things ordered well for thee;
Whose sacred words he'll ne'er revoke,
Nor alter his profound decree.

Rest in the oath that he has swore,
Firm as his throne the same shall prove;
'Twill stand when time shall be no more,
And run coeval with his love.

'Tis good to cast an anchor here,
And patient wait, till thou shalt see
Thy hopes for heaven more bright and clear,
Blessed with a surer prophecy.