He that Believeth Shall Not Make Haste, Part 1

Witness Divine, the Just and True,
Jesu, to us this promise seal,
Our haste of unbelief subdue,
And bid our fluttering hearts be still!

That power which stopp'd the mid-day sun,
Turn'd back the tide, and chain'd the sea,
Be in our rapid spirits shown,
And make us truly wait on Thee.

Arrest our nature's headlong course,
(We would be poor, despised, forlorn,)
Baffle our skill, unnerve our force,
Our carnal confidence o'erturn.

Great Helper of the friendless Thou,
Thou Strengthener of the feeble knees,
O let our souls before Thee bow,
And sink into a sweet distress.

We cannot see without Thy light,
Without Thy light we would not see;
We have no wisdom, help, or might,
But Lord, our eyes are unto Thee.

O let us not presume to take
The matter out of Thy great hand:
Who can the Rock of Ages shake?
The sure Foundation still shall stand.

Let others rush with trembling haste,
With eager wrath Thy cause defend;
Our soul is on Thy promise cast,
And lo! we calmly wait the end.

Though we our hands do not lift up,
The tottering ark shall never fall;
It never shall to Dagon stoop:
Thy kingdom ruleth over all.

Steadfast our anchor is and sure,
It enters now within the veil;
Thy church, immovably secure,
Defies the powers of earth and hell.