1 In the dark and cloudy day,
When earth's riches flee away,
And the last hope will not stay,
Saviour, comfort me.

2 When the secret idol's gone
That my poor heart yearned upon,
Desolate, bereft, alone,
Saviour, comfort me.

3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried
In the darkness crucified,
Bid me in thy love confide,
Saviour, comfort me.

4 So it shall be good for me
Much afflicted now to be,
If thou wilt but tenderly,
Saviour, comfort me.