| When grief and anguish press me down, And hope and comfort flee, I cling, O Father, to Thy throne, And stay my heart on Thee. | | When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be A closer bond, in time to come, To bind my heart to Thee. | | Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done! My soul, from fear set free, Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne, And trust alone in Thee. | |