REJOICE, believer, in the Lord,
    Who makes your cause His own;
The hope that’s built upon His Word
    Can ne’er be overthrown.
2  Though many foes beset your road,
    And feeble is your arm,
Your life is hid with Christ in God,
    Beyond the reach of harm.
3  Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
    Or fainting, shall not die;
Jesus, the strength of every saint,
    Will aid you from on high.
4  Though sometimes unperceived by sense,
    Faith sees Him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence:
    Then what have you to fear?
5  As surely as He overcame,
    And triumphed once for you,
So surely you that love His name
    Shall triumph in Him too.
John Newton, 1725-1807