In the floods of tribulation,

While the billows o’er me roll,

Jesus whispers consolation,

And supports my sinking soul;

Sweet affliction!

Bringing Jesus to my soul.

2 In the darkest dispensations

Doth my faithful Lord appear,

With his richest consolations,

To reanimate and cheer.

Sweet affliction!

Thus to bring my Saviour near.

3 All I meet shall still befriend me

In my path to heavenly joy,

Where, though trials now attend me,

Trials never more annoy.

Sweet affliction!

Every promise gives me joy.

4 Wearing there a weight of glory,

Still the path I’ll ne’er forget;

But, exulting, cry, It led me

To my blesséd Saviour’s seat.

Sweet affliction!

Which has brought me to his feet.