Pensive, doubting, fearful heart, <br />Hear what Christ the Saviour says; <br />Every word should joy impart, <br />Change thy mourning into praise: <br />Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee, <br />May he help thee to believe! <br />Then thou presently wilt see, <br />Thou hast little cause to grieve. <br /> <br />Fear thou not, nor be ashamed, <br />All thy sorrows soon shall end <br />I who heav'n and earth have framed, <br />Am thy husband and thy friend <br />I the High and Holy One, <br />Israel's God by all adored; <br />As thy Saviour will be known, <br />Thy Redeemer and thy Lord. <br /> <br />For a moment I withdrew, <br />And thy heart was filled with pain; <br />But my mercies I'll renew, <br />Thou shalt soon rejoice again: <br />Though I scorn to hide my face, <br />Very soon my wrath shall cease; <br />'Tis but for a moment's space, <br />Ending in eternal peace. <br /> <br />When my peaceful bow appears <br />Painted on the wat'ry cloud; <br />'Tis to dissipate thy fears, <br />Lest the earth should be o'erflowed: <br />'Tis an emblem too of grace, <br />Of my cov'nant love a sign; <br />Though the mountains leave their place, <br />Thou shalt be for ever mine. <br /> <br />Though afflicted, tempest-tossed, <br />Comfortless awhile thou art, <br />Do not think thou canst be lost, <br />Thou art graven on my heart <br />All thy walls I will repair, <br />Thou shalt be rebuilt anew; <br />And in thee it shall appear, <br />What a God of love can do.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-afflicted-tossed-with-tempests-and-not-comforted/
