Believing Against Hope

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.

Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The with'ring fig trees droop and die,
The field's elude the tiller's toil:
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.

In hope, believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord, my God I claim;
Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up;
Salvation is in Jesus' 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.

Author Unknown