God of my life, to thee I call;

Afflicted at thy feet I fall;

When the great water-floods prevail,

Leave not my trembling heart to fail.

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,

Where should I lodge my deep complaint?

Where, but with thee, whose open door

Invites the helpless and the poor?

3 He who has helped me hitherto,

Will help me all the journey through,

And give me daily cause to raise

New trophies to his endless praise.

4 Though rough and thorny be the road,

It leads thee home, apace, to God;

Then count thy present trials small,

For heaven will make amends for all.