1 Away my unbelieving fear;
Fear shall in me no more take place,
My Savior doth not yet apper;
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 Altho, the vine its fruit 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 heard afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.
3 Barren altho' 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.
Altho' my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see,
Yet will I in my Savior 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 Jesus' name,
To me he soon shall bring it nigh,
My soul shall soon out-strip the wind,
On sings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.
Source: Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians: being a collection #AXXIX