O BLESSED Lord, to thee I raise
A feeble song of grateful praise;
For thou, in ev’ry changing scene,
“A very present help” hast been.
In times of conflict, sorrow, care,
To thee I’ve look’d in faith and prayer,
And gracious answers from on high
Have proved that thou didst hear my cry.
When trials have my soul depress’d,
In thee I’ve found my peace and rest;
Nor could I lonely be with thee,
Whose perfect love encircles me.
When none could understand the way
In which I’ve walked from day to day;
With thankfulness I freely own,
That then, E’EN THEN, thy help I’ve known.
And since thou ever art the same,
I’d joy and glory in thy name,
Till that blest day when I shall raise
A sweeter song of endless praise.
N.