Text: | Strength from heaven |
1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where's our courage fled?
Have restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' almighty name
That form'd the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.
4 Mere mortal pow'r shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease:
But we that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.
5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promis'd bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.
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First Line: | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? |
Title: | Strength from heaven |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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