Elisha, sought out by the Syrian king,
Pressed by hosts which encompassed the city,
Sought not by his own power salvation to gain;
He feared not; but knew that the Lord would restrain
The hosts which encompassed the city.
My master, my master, ah! how shall we do?
How flee from the hosts which surround us?
Then calmly he answered; Fear not, thou shalt see
The hosts of God's army, far greater they be
Than those of the enemy round us.
Open, I pray Thee, his eyes, O Lord!
Thy succor reveal to his vision!
The mountains were seen to his clarified gaze,
Filled with horses and chariots of fire. In amaze
He saw them with glorified vision.
When fear, hydra-headed, obscures our clear view
And seems on all sides to surround us,
Lord, open our eyes, we pray Thee, to see
The love of our Father far greater can be;
The arms everlasting are round us!
My Master, my Master, ah! how shall we do?
How conquer the problems we're given?
Fear not—it is done; we have only to know
His work it is finished; affirm it is so,
And give thanks to our Father in heaven.
