And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,
To Thee I'll fondly tune the grateful lay.
"Rock of my hope! great Solace of my heart!
Why, why desert the offspring of Thy care,
While taunting foes thus point th' invidious dart,
'Where is thy God, abandon'd wanderer, where?'
"Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?
Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove;
Within His courts thy thanks shall yet be paid,
Unquestion'd be His pity and His love."