1 Christian, wherefore yield to sadness?
Fix thy heart and hopes above;
Look to Jesus, and with gladness
Trust his gracious, pardoning love.
Trials here will sorely press thee,
Let thy trust on him be stayed:
He will cheer, and guide, and bless thee,
With his ever-present aid.
2 Think how kind, how condescending!
Jesus calls himself thy Friend,
From his throne in glory bending,
He will every prayer attend.
He will never, never leave thee,
Through thy pilgrim days below;
Then, at last, he will receive thee,
And a crown of life bestow.