Thou ever-present Aid

Thou ever-present AidIn suffering and distress,The mind which still on thee is stayed,Is kept in perfect peace.

The soul by faith reclinedUpon thy sheltering breast,'Mid raging storms exults to findAn everlasting rest.

Sorrow and fear are gone,Whene'er thy face appears;It stills the sighing orphan's moan,And dries the widow's tears.

It hallows every cross;It sweetly comforts me,Makes me forget my every loss,And find my all in thee.

O God, to whom I fly,Do thou my wishes fill;What though created streams are dry?Thou art my fountain still.

Stripped of each earthly friend,I find them all in one;And peace and joy which never end,And heaven, in thee alone.

Here, then, I doubt no more,But in his pleasure restWhose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,Engage to make me blest.