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,
But Thy voice spreads a 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 as safe as the Bible is true!
“There is none righteous, no, not one.”
“I [Jesus] came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.”