It is not meet for Saints to fear

Nor for them to despair,

For when they least expect His help;

The Saviour will appear.

When Abraham took up his knife

God’s voice said to him, “stop”

The yonder ram caugth by the horn

Shall substitute thy son.

When Jonah sank beneath the waves

No hope of escape near

God sent a fish that swallowed him

And brought him to the shore.

With such great might and love as this

Abounding in His word;

I pray to bring my anxious cares

And leave them all to Him.

Lift up your eyes and wait His help

It may be long but wait;

Though the promise may tarry long,

It soon shall borne to pass.