O’erwhelmed with won­der and sur­prise,
Amid dark scenes of pro­vi­dence,
To Heav’n we raise our sup­pli­ant eyes,
And wait for light and guid­ance thence.

Saints for a time may be op­pressed,
And brok­en with rep­eat­ed woes;
But God will give them ease and rest,
And plead their cause against their foes.

Or if His ang­er grow se­vere,
‘Tis but to purge away their sin;
And though the furnace He pre­pare,
It is to make their grac­es shine.

Thick clouds may veil His aw­ful throne,
And wrath­ful ar­rows fly abroad;
Yet to His saints He still is known,
The right­eous and the faith­ful God.