In the hours of pain and sorrow, When the world brings no relief
When the eye is dim and heavy, And the heart oppressed with grief
While blessings flee, Savior Lord we trust in Thee!
When the snares of death surround us, Pride, ambition, love of ease
Mammon with her false allurements, Words that flatter, smiles that please
Then ere we yield, Savior Lord be Thou our shield
When forsaken in distress, Poor despised and tempest-tossed
With no anchor here to stay us, Drifting, sail and rudder lost
Then save us Thou, who trod this earth with weary brow
Thou the hated and forsaken, Thou the bearer of the cross
Crowned of thorns and mocked and smitten, Counting earthly gain but loss
When scorned are we, We joy to be the more like Thee
Thou the Father’s best beloved, Thou the throned and sceptered King
Who but Thee should we adoring, All our prayers and praises bring?
Thrice blessed are we, Savior, Lord, in loving Thee