O why should gloomy thoughts arise,
And dark­ness fill the mind;
Why should that bo­som heave with sighs,
And yet no re­fuge find?

Hast thou not heard of Gi­le­ad’s balm—
The great Phy­si­cian there,
Who can thy slav­ish fear dis­arm,
And save thee from des­pair?

Remain not ov­er­whelmed with grief,
And filled with sore dis­may,
Nor look­ing down­ward for re­lief,
Without one cheer­ing ray:

Lift up thy stream­ing eyes to Hea­ven,
The great Atone­ment see;
And all thy sins shall be for­giv­en;
Believe, and thou art free.

For thee the Sav­ior suf­fered shame,
And shed His pre­cious blood:
Believe, be­lieve in Je­sus’ name,
And be at peace with God.