My spirit is sad and perplexed,
I know not the best thing to do;
With doubtings and fears I am vexed,
And Satan harasses me too.
I've tried (how I've tried) to believe,
Till the word on my mind is engraved;
Can no one my sorrow relieve?
Oh, "What must I do to be saved?"
Lord Jesus, I'm full of alarms,
Indeed I've no hope left but
Thee; I cast myself into Thy arms,
O Savior! Take pity on me!
I come as a poor little child;
With many a tremor and doubt;
But Thy voice spreads calm through the wild,
Saying, "I will in no wise cast out."
No feelings need come to my aid,
This dull heart's emotions are few;
I'll trust Thee, Lord, nor be afraid!
I'm safe as the Bible is true.
1983
January