Pensive, doubt­ing, fear­ful heart,
Hear what Christ the Sav­ior says;
Every word should joy im­part,
Change thy mourn­ing into praise:
Yes, He speaks, and speaks to thee,
May He help thee to be­lieve!
Then thou pre­sent­ly wilt see,
Thou hast lit­tle cause to grieve.

“Fear thou not, nor be ashamed,
All thy sor­rows soon shall end:
I who Heav’n and earth have framed,
Am thy hus­band and thy friend:
I the High and Ho­ly One,
Israel’s God by all ad­ored;
As thy Sav­ior will be known,
Thy Re­deem­er and thy Lord.

“For a mo­ment I with­drew,
And thy heart was filled with pain;
But My mer­cies I’ll re­new,
Thou shalt soon re­joice again:
Tho’ I seem to hide My face,
Very soon My wrath shall cease;
’Tis but for a mo­ment’s space,
Ending in eter­nal peace.

“When My peace­ful bow ap­pears
Painted on the wa­te­ry cloud;
’Tis to dis­si­pate thy fears,
Lest the earth should be o’er­flowed:
’Tis an em­blem too of grace,
Of My co­ve­nant love a sign;
Though the mount­ains leave their place,
Thou shalt be for ev­er Mine.

Though af­flict­ed, tem­pest-tossed,
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Do not think thou canst be lost,
Thou art grav­en on My heart:
All thy wastes I will re­pair,
Thou shalt be re­built anew;
And in thee it shall ap­pear,
What a God of love can do.