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Away, my unbelieving fear

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Silver Trumpet #74 (1889) First Line: Away, my unbelieving fear! Languages: English Tune Title: [Away, my unbelieving fear!]

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9315 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear! Fear shall in me no more have place; My Savior doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of His face; But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no! I never will give up my shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The withering fig-tree droop and die, The field elude the tiller’s toil, The empty stall no herd afford, The flocks be cut off from their place, Yet will I triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And not one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But desperate wickedness is here; Although, my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see; Yet will I in my Savior trust, And glory that He died for me. 4 In hope, believing against hope, Jesus my Lord and God I claim; Jesus my strength shall lift me up, Salvation is in Jesu’s name; To me He soon shall bring it nigh; My soul shall then outstrip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. Languages: English Tune Title: SWEET HOUR

Away, my unbelieving fear

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXXIII (1791) Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear, Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up the shield. 2 Although the vine its fruits deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-tree droop and die, The field elude the tiller's toil; The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin, and only sin is here; Although my gifts and comforts lost My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I win my Saviour trust, And glory that he dy'd for me. 4 In hope believing against hope, Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim, Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up, Salvation is in Jesu's name: To me he soon shall bring it nigh, My soul shall then out-strip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. Topics: Trusting in Providence Languages: English

Away, my unbelieving fear

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXXIII (1788) Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear, Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up the shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-tree droop and die, The field elude the tiller's toil; The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin, and only sin is here; Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I win my Saviour trust, And glory that he dy'd for me. 4 In hope believing against hope, Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim, Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up, Salvation is in Jesu's name; To me he soon shall bring it nigh, My soul shall then out-strip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. Topics: Trusting in Providence Languages: English

Away, my unbelieving fear!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXXIII (1790) Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear! Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up the shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-tree droop and die, The field elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin, and only sin is here: Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I win my Saviour trust, And glory that he dy'd for me. 4 In hope believing against hope, Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim, Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up, Salvation is in Jesu's name; To me he soon shall bring it nigh, My soul shall then out-strip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. Topics: Trusting in Providence Languages: English

Away, my unbelieving fear!

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #668 (1886) Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear! Fear shall in me no more have place: My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face; But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no; I never will give up my shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The withering fig-trees droop and die, The fields elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race; Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And not one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin and only sin is here; Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust, And glory that he died for me. Topics: The Christian Faith, Hope, and Charity Tune Title: DUANE

Trust and confidence; or, looking beyond present appearances

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCLXXXVI (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Away my unbelieving fear Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear! Let fear to me no more take place! My savior doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus no! I never will give up the shield. 2 Altho' the vine its fruits deny, Altho' the olive yield no oil, The withering fig-tree droop and die, The field illude the tiller's toil; The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race; Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Away, each unbelieving fera, Let Fear to cheering hope give place; My Savior will at length appear, And shew the brightness of his face: Tho now my prospects all be crost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Still will I in my Jesus trust, Whose boundless love can reach to me. 4 In hope, believing against hope, His promis'd mercy will I claim, His gracious word shall bear me up, To seek salvation in his name: Sure, my dear Savior, bring it nigh! My soul shall then outstrip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. Topics: Graces of the Spirit Trust; Confidence in God; Fears and doubts removed; Trust in God under trials Scripture: Habakkuk 3:17-18 Languages: English