1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? And where's our courage fled? Has restless sin and raging hell Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name That form'd the earth and sea? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell; He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell.
4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease; But we that wait upon the Lord Shall feel our strength increase.
5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings And taste the promis'd bliss, Till their unwearied feet arrive Where perfect pleasure is.