AWAY, distrustful care! I have Thy promise, Lord: To banish all despair I have Thy pledge and word; And therefore I Shall see Thy face, And then Thy grace I’ll magnify.
Though sin would make me doubt, And fill my soul with fears, Though God seem to shut out My daily cries and tears: Yet I shall rest Upon the word Of Thee, my God, That I am blest!
With Thy triumphant flock I soon shall numbered be; Built on the eternal Rock, His glory I shall see; The heavens so high With praise shall ring, And all shall sing In harmony.
The sun is but a spark From the eternal Light! Its brightest beams are dark To Thy most glorious sight! There the great choir With one accord Shall praise the Lord For evermore!
Richard Baxter, 1615-91