|Text:||Strength from Heaven|
1 Whence do our mournful Thoughts arise?
And where's our Courage fled?
Have restless Sin and raging Hell
Struck all our Comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot the Almighty Name
That form'd the Earth and Sea?
And can an all-creating Arm
Grow weary, or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting Might
In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the Conquest to the Weak
And treads their Foes to Hell.
4 Mere mortal Power shall fade and die,
And youthful Vigour cease:
But we that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our Strength increase.
5 The Saints shall mount on eagles Wings,
And taste the promis'd Bliss,
'Till their unwearied Feet arrive
Where perfect Pleasure is.
|First Line:||Whence do our mournful Thoughts arise|
|Title:||Strength from Heaven|
|Topic:||Being and Perfections of God|