And where’s our courage fled?
Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?
Have we forgot th’ almighty Name
That formed the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating Arm
Grow weary or decay?
Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the conquest to the weak
And treads their foes to hell.
Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigor cease;
But we that wait upon the Lord
Shall feel our strength increase.
The saints shall mount up on eagles’ wings
And taste the promis’d bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is. —Isaac Watts (from Isaiah 40:27-30)