Strong-Hold

1 Ye prisoners of hope
O'erwhelmed with grief,
To Jesus look up
For certain relieve;
There's not condemnation
In Jesus the Lord,
But strong consolation
His grace doth afford.

2 Should justice appear
A merciless foe,
Yet be of good cheer,
And soon shall you know
That sinners confessing
Their wickedness past,
A plentiful blessing
Of pardon shall taste.

3 The dry up your tears,
Ye children of grief,
For Jesus appears
To give you relief;
If you are returning
To Jesus your friend,
Your sighing and morning
In singing shall end.

4 "None will I cast out
"Who come," saith the Lord,
Why then do you doubt?
Lay hold of his word:
Ye mourners of Sion,
Be bold to believe,
For ever rely on
Your Savior and live.

Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CXCVIII