1 While I to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline
Methought I heard the Savior say,
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.
2 "Though for a time I hide my face,
Rely upon my love and power:
Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.
3 "Take down thy long neglected harp,
I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair."
4 Lord, I obey, my hopes revive,
Come join with me, ye saints, and sing;
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799