283 WHEN in the hour of utmost need We know not where to look for aid; When days and nights of anxious thought Nor help nor counsel yet have brought; 2 Then this our comfort is alone, 3 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, 4 For Thou hast promised graciously 5 O, hide not for our sins Thy face, Absolve us through Thy boundless grace, Be with us in our anguish still, Free us at last from every ill; 6 That so with all our hearts we may P. Eber. C. Winkworth, Tr. 284 IN the hour of trial, I depart from Thee; Nor from fear or favor 2 With forbidden pleasures Would this vain world charm: Or its sordid treasures Spread to work me harm; Or, in darker semblance, 3 Should Thy mercy send me 4 When my last hour cometh, On Thy truth relying, J. Montgomery. 285 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 3 When the solemn death-bell tolls 4 Thou hast bowed the dying head, 5 When the heart is sad within, 6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, 286 IN GOD, my faithful God, I trust when dark my road; 2 My sins assail me sore, But I despair no more; H. H. Milman. I build on Christ who loves me, To Him, my soul's Defender. 3 If death my portion be, Then death is gain to me, And Christ my life forever, From whom death cannot sever; Come when it may, He'll shield me, 4 O Jesus Christ, my Lord, So meek in deed and word, Thou once didst die to save us, Because Thou fain wouldst have us After this life of sadness Heirs of Thy heavenly gladness. 5 "So be it," then I say, Till our rest be won; S. Weingaertner. C. Winkworth, Tr. And although the way be cheerless, To our fatherland. 2 If the way be drear, Let not faithless fears o'er take us, To our home we go. 3 When we seek relief From a long-felt grief, When temptations come alluring, Where we weep no more. 4 Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won; Heavenly Leader, still direct us, |