Pensive, doubting, fearful heart

To the afflicted, tossed with tempests and not comforted by John Newton


 * 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:
 * Though I scorn 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 wat'ry cloud;
 * 'Tis to dissipate thy fears,
 * Lest the earth should be o'erflowed:
 * 'Tis an emblem too of grace,
 * Of my cov'nant 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 walls I will repair,
 * Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
 * And in thee it shall appear,
 * What a God of love can do.