Text: | In all our worst afflictions |
Author: | Hart |
1 In all our worst afflictions,
When furious foes surround us;
When troubles vex, and fears perplex,
And Satan would confound us;
When foes to God and goodness,
We find ourselves, by feeling,
To do what’s right unable quite,
And almost as unwilling;
2 When, like the restless ocean,
Our hearts cast up uncleanness,
Flood after flood, with mire and mud,
And all is foul within us;
When love is cold and languid,
And different passions shake us;
When hope decays, and God delays,
And seems to quite forsake us;
3 Then to maintain the battle
With soldier-like behaviour;
To keep the field, and never yield,
But firmly eye the Saviour;
To trust his gracious promise,
Thus hard beset with evil,
This, this is faith will conquer death,
And overcome the devil.
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First Line: | In all our worst afflictions |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | 7.4. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Fruits of the Spirit: Faith |