My spirit is sad and perplexed,
I know not the best thing to do;
With doubts and with 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 fear and a doubt;
But Thy voice spreads a calm through the wild,
Saying, “I will in no wise cast out!”
No feelings will come to my aid;
This dull heart’s emotions are few;
But I’ll trust Thee and not be afraid-
I’m as safe as the Bible is true!