The broken contrite heart — oppress'd

The broken contrite heart — oppress'd
By mercy's chast'ning rod,
Finds, — pillow'd on the Saviour's breast,
Its only hope, its only rest, —
'The Promises of God.'

The soul, that long the slippery way
Of cheerless life hath trod,
When taught to learn, to trust, to pray,
Rests upon an eternal stay, —
'The Promises of God.'

Nor hopeless o'er the Christian weep,
Since round the lowly sod
Eternal visions cheer his sleep,
Eternal hopes their vigils keep, —
'The Promises of God.'

Then safe, my spirit, onward speed
To Zion's bright abode;
Follow where thousand mercies lead,
And humbly trusting, humbly plead
'The Promises of God.'