To thee are burdens, thorns and snares;
They cast dishonor on the Lord,
And contradict His gracious word.
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if He provide,
Or lose thy way with such a Guide?
Thou didst to Him thine all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour
To trust His wisdom, love, and power.
And He refuse to hear thy call?
And has He not His promise passed,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to His praise.
It leads thee on, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For God will make amends for all.