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 Saviour! Take pity on me!
I come as a poor little child;
With many a tremor and doubt;
Thy voice speaks a calm through the wild—
Says, “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.