1 Oh, why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why sunk within me so?
Hope thou in God--he is thy Guide
And Guardian here below.
2 Has not the Saviour died for thee,
And shed his precious blood?
Has he not groaned on Calvary,
To bring thee home to God?
3 Then why art thou cast down, my soul?
Shake off thy gloomy fears;
Thy toils and conflicts soon shall end
In this dark vale of tears.
4 What though the powers of earth and hell
Against thee should combine?
Amidst thy conflicts, O my soul,
A glorious hope is thine.
5 This world and all created things
In ruins soon shall lie;
But thou, my soul, shalt dwell secure,
Beyond the starry sky.
6 There thou shalt rest with Christ above,
Where he, eternal, reigns,
And ever sing redeeming love
With sweet, angelic strains.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #730