1 So will I comfort thee,
Poor sorrowing child of care;
Thy heavy load of woe,
Upon my heart I bear.
I know thy pains, and griefs, and fears,
I hear thy sighs, and count thy tears:
So will I comfort, comfort thee.

2 So will I comfort thee,
Thro’ all life’s dreary way;
I’ll be thy constant guide,
I’ll keep thee night and day;
No foes, no perils need’st thou fear,
For I, thy God, am always near:
So will I comfort, comfort thee.

3 So will I comfort thee,
E’en I, the mighty God;
Unchanging is My love,
Unfailing is My word.
No mother’s love can equal Mine,
No arms so strong as arms Divine;
So will I comfort, comfort thee.

4 So will I comfort thee;
From every stormy blast,
I’ll hide thee with My wings,
“Till all life’s storms are past,”
Then bear thee to the heavenly shore,
Where sorrow’s tears shall fall no more,
So will I comfort, comfort thee.