The poem
(Genesis, xxii.14)
The saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His aid, The Saviour will appear.
This Abraham found: he raised the knife; God saw, and said, "Forbear! Yon ram shall yield his meaner life; Behold the victim there."
Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; But hark! the foe's at hand; Saul turns his arms another way, To save the invaded land.
When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, He thought to rise no more; But God prepared a fish to save, And bear him to the shore.
Blest proofs of power and grace divine, That meet us in His word! May every deep-felt care of mine Be trusted with the Lord.
Wait for His seasonable aid, And though it tarry, wait: The promise may be long delay'd, But cannot come too late.