My spirit is sad and perplexed.
I know not the best thing to do;
With doubtings and fears I am vexed,
And Satan harasses me too.
They say that conviction of sin
Is the Spirit’s first work in the heart;
But though I have searched well within,
I feel no such promising start.
I’ve tried (how I’ve tried!) to believe
Till the word on my mind is engraved;
Can no one my sorrow relieve?
Oh, what must I do to be saved?
Lord Jesus, I’m full of alarms;
Indeed, I’ve no hope left but Thee;
I cast myself into Thy arms,
O Saviour, take pity on me!
I come as a poor little child,
With many a tremor and doubt;
Thy voice spreads a calm through the wild,
Saying, “I will in no wise cast out.”
No feelings will come to my aid,
This dull heart’s emotions are few;
But I’ll trust Thee, and not be afraid—
I’m as safe as the Bible is true!