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

2 The soul by faith reclined
Upon thy sheltering breast,
'Mid raging storms exults to find
An everlasting rest.

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

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

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

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

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