Tempted and persecuted here,

Afflicted and distress’d,

With steadfast faith we persevere,

And stand the fiery test:

The fire shall all our bands consume,

And in the furnace tried,

Out of the flames we soon shall come,

Unhurt and purified.

Throughout my sinful soul I feel

The strength of pride invincible;

But thou th’ Almighty God of grace

Can all my haughty thoughts abase.



All things are possible to thee,

Display thy humbling grace in me;

And in thy tender love impart

My Saviour’s lowliness of heart.

I freely feed them now

With tokens of my love;

But richer pastures I prepare,

And sweeter streams above.

Unnumber’d years of bliss

I to my sheep will give

And, while my throne unshaken stands,

Shall all my chosen live.

This tried almighty hand

Is raised for their defence;

Where is the power shall reach them there?

Or what shall force them thence?

Your harps, ye trembling saints,

Down from the willows take:

Loud to the praise of love divine,

Bid every string awake.



Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home;

And nearer to our house above

We every moment come.



Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee!

Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,

Shall thy salvation see.