668. Away, my unbelieving fear!

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.

Text Information
First Line: Away, my unbelieving fear!
Author: Charles Wesley
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: The Christian: Faith, Hope, and Charity
Tune Information
Name: DUANE
Composer: George Coles
Meter: L. M. D
Key: A Major
Notes: Alternate tunes: #518 or 749.



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