‘Tis sweet to feel that God is near
In times of trouble or distress, –
To quell the doubt, or calm the fear,
To pardon, comfort, heal and bless.
When all around is dark and drear,
And sorrow shades the brow with care,
How sweet to know that God will hear
The anxious soul’s imploring prayer.
How sweet to lean upon that arm,
And in its strength a refuge find;
Secure from every fear or harm.
Which would disturb our peace of mind.
Jesus, thou Refuge ever sure,
Where all is peace, and joy, and rest;
Safe as the rock that doth endure,
Oh! let me lean upon Thy breast.
Then let the world its warfare wage,
And Satan tempt my heart with pride;
Let friends disown, and scoilers rage.
To turn my heart from Thee aside –
They all shall fail! but Thou alone
Shalt be my portion evermore;
I’ll cling to Thee – the world disown –
Thy love confess – and Thee adore!
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