Classic Poem

O my soul! what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness,
Bid thy restless fears be gone;
Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in him alone.

Though ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within;
Jesus saith, he'll ne'er forget thee,
He will rescue thee from sin;
He is faithful,
He the work will soon begin.

Though distresses now attend thee,
Though thou tread'st a thorny road,
His right hand will still defend thee,
Soon he'll bring thee home to God;
Praise him, praise him,
Thou shalt rest in his abode.