4. While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline; Methoughts I heard my Savior say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine." 5. Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and power; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6. Take down thy long neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer, The winter season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair.