O WHY do mournful thoughts arise, And why is courage low? Should earthly trials, and Satan’s wiles, Cause all our joy to go?
Do we forget the mighty name That formed the earth and sky? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary or decay?
Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell; He gives the conquest to the weak, And sends their foes to hell.
Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease; But we who wait upon the Lord Shall feel our strength increase.
God’s saints shall mount on eagles’ wings, And taste the promised bliss, Till their unwearied feet arrive Where perfect pleasure is.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡