WHEREFORE droops thy trembling soul?
Wherefore saddened is thy brow?
Clouds around thy pathway roll,
But thy God is present now.
Raise thine eyes, the cross is there;
Stedfast still, though tempests frown,
Lift thy head, and make thy prayer,
Claim the Saviour for thine own;
Make through Him thy deep appeal,
Looking unto Jesus, kneel.

He, the Author of the faith,
Which thy spirit shall renew;
In his sacred hour of death,
Finished thy salvation too;
Learn thy Saviour's power to see,
He the Light, the Truth, the Way,
Interceded even for thee,
Ere thy heart had learnt to pray;
Lift thy heart, and lift thy hand,
Looking unto Jesus, stand.

When the water-floods of grief,
Round thy helpless head shall rise,
When there seemeth no relief,
Look towards th' eternal skies;
There behold how radiantly
Beams the Star of Faith divine;
Yesterday it shone for thee,
And to-day it still will shine;
Ask no aid the world can give,
Looking unto Jesus, live.

When thou feel'st, by many a token,
That the flesh shall soon decay,
And the 'golden bowl' be broken,
And the 'silver cord' give way;
Then beyond the darksome veil,
Trust that He thine eyes shall bless;
As the light of life shall fail,
Keep the Sun of Righteousness!
Ever brightening in thine eye,
And looking unto Jesus, die!