Thou very present aid

In suffering and distress,

The soul which still on thee is stayed,

Is kept in perfect peace.

2 The soul, by faith reclined

On the Redeemer’s breast,

’Mid raging storms exults to find

An everlasting rest.

3 Sorrow and fear are gone

Whene’er thy face appears:

It stills the sighing orphan’s moan,

And dries the widow’s tears:

4 It hallows every cross;

It sweetly comforts me;

Makes me forget my every loss,

And find my all in thee.

5 Jesus, to whom I fly,

Doth all my wishes fill:

What though created streams are dry,

I have the fountain still.

6 Stripped of my earthly friends,

I find them all in One;

And peace and joy that never ends,

And heaven in Christ begun.