When, in the hour of lonely woe,

I give my sorrows leave to flow,

And anxious fear and dark distrust

Weigh down my spirit to the dust;

2 When not e’en friendship’s gentle aid

Can heal the wounds the world has made,

O this shall check each rising sigh—

My Saviour is for ever nigh.

3 His counsels and upholding care

My safety and my comfort are:

And he shall guide me all my days,

Till glory crown the work of grace.