237 Why art thou cast down, my soul?

1 Why art thou cast down, my soul? O what mean thy sighs and sadness? Trust in Him who makes thee whole, And thy griefs can turn to gladness; Often in the darkest hour He reveals His love and power. 2 On this ground thy anchor cast; Safe thou art, in Christ confiding; All the griefs which here thou hast Are but shadows unabiding; Soon thy cross shall pass away, Joy shall come that lasts for aye. 3 Christ's own way is always good, Christians find this consolation: He who bought thee with His blood, Now stands pledged for thy salvation. Rest upon His sacred word,- That assurance doth afford! 4 Jesus gives us joy and tears, Blessed be His name forever! When thy way most dark appears, Trust in Him, despond thou never; Weary soul, when sore distressed, Call on Him and be at rest. 5 Surely, narrow is the way To the land of gladness yonder; While on this sad earth we stay, We must here as pilgrims wander. Through the desert we must roam; Till we Canaan reach, our home. 6 Upward, then, my weary soul, Where the crown of life is given! Pressing onward to the goal, I shall win the bliss of heaven; For, O Jesus, I am Thine, Blest am I, for Thou art mine!