In Hope, Believing Against Hope

Verse 1

Away, my unbelieving fear! Fear shall in me no more have place: My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face; But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no; I never will give up my shield.

Verse 2

Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The withering fig-trees droop and die, The fields elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race; Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise.

Verse 3

Barren although my soul remain, And not one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin and only sin is here; Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust, And glory that he died for me.