By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Habakkuk iii. 17, 18.
      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.

      2 Although the vine its fruit deny,
      Although the olive yield no oil,
      The withering fig-tree droop and die,
      The field illude the tiller's toil,
      The empty stall no herd afford,
      The flocks be cut off from their place,
      Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
      The God of my salvation praise.

      3 Barren although my soul remain,
      And no one bud of grace appear,
      No fruit of all my toil and pain,
      But desperate wickedness is here;
      Although, 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.

      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.