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

Verse 3
Barren altho’ my soul remain,
And no one bud of grace appear,
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin is here;
Altho’ 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.

Verse 4
In hope believing against hope,
Jesus my Lord and God I claim,
Jesus my strength shall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jesu’s name:
To me he soon shall bring it nigh,
My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world, and sin behind.