Thou very-present Aid
In suffering and distress!
The soul that still on Thee is stayed
Is kept in perfect peace.

The soul, by faith reclined
On the Redeemer’s breast,
‘Mid raging storms, exults to find
And 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 all pain, all loss,
To lose myself in Thee.

Jesus, to Thee I fly-
Thou dost my wishes fill:
What though created streams are dry?
I have the Fountain still!