Classic Poem

Tho' foes in the way we oftentimes meet,
And Satan will lay fresh snares for our feet,
Our journey to Zion we still will pursue;
The God we rely on is faithful and true.

Tho' we may seem small to those whom we fear,
Yet what are they all when Jesus is near?
His grace and his Spirit for us are employ'd;
His blood and his merit are both on our side.

Then what shall we fear? In life and in death
His Spirit can cheer our hope and our faith:
In sweet expectation we'll wait till he come;
The Lord our salvation will soon fetch us home.