Flowering Quince with “Have faith in God,” the Savior said and Your harps, ye trembling saints

“Have faith in God,” the Savior said:
He saw the path that we must tread,
The frequent thorn, the fading flow’r,
The joy or pain of ev’ry hour.

Have faith in God tho’ clouds arise
And overspread the glowing skies;
Tho’ sun and stars grow dim and pale,
His boundless love shall never fail.

Have faith in God:  a father’s heart
Would to his child all good impart;
Much more will he regard the pray’r
Of those who cast on him their care.

Have faith in God:  his word divine
By day and night shall brightly shine,
Until we pass the gates of light
And faith shall yield to blissful sight.

Chorus
O blessed faith!  Its song of cheer
Revives our hope, dispels our fear;
The Shepherd’s staff, The Shepherd’s rod
Still lead us on; have faith in God.
                         E. E. Hewitt
  Your harps, ye trembling saints,
  Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine,
  Bid ev’ry string awake.

  Though in a foreign land,
  We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
  We every moment come.

  His grace will to the end
  Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come
  Shall quench the love divine.

  Soon shall our doubts and fears
  Subside at His control;
His loving-kindness shall break through
  The midnight of the soul.

  Blest is the man, O God,
  That stays himself on Thee;
Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord,
  Shall Thy salvation see.

Rev. Augustus M. Toplady