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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,

That we may meet before Thy throne,
And cry, O faithful God, to Thee
For rescue from our misery;

3 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes,

Repenting sore with bitter sighs,
And seek Thy pardon for our sin,
And respite from our griefs' within.

4 For Thou hast promised graciously

To hear all those who cry to Thee,
Through Him whose name alone is great,
Our Savior and our Advocate.

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

To Thee our glad thanksgiving pay,
And walk obedient to Thy word,
And now and ever praise the Lord.

C. Winkworth, Tr.

P. Eber.

284 IN the hour of trial,

Jesus, plead for me;
Lest by base denial

I depart from Thee;
When Thou see'st me waver,

With a look recall,
Nor from fear or favor

Suffer me to fall.

2 With forbidden pleasures

Would this vain world charm:
Or its sordid treasures

Spread to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance

Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,

Cross-crowned Calvary.

3 Should Thy mercy send me

Sorrow, toil, and woe;
Or should pain attend me

On my path below;
Grant that I may never

Fail Thy hand to see;
Grant that I may ever

Cast my care on Thee.

4 When my last hour cometh,

Fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth

To the dust again;

On Thy truth relying,

Through that mortal strife, Jesus, take me, dying,

To eternal life.

J. Montgomery.

285

WHEN our heads are bowed with woe,

When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,

Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

3 When the solemn death-bell tolls

For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,

Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

5 When the heart is sad within,

With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,

Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear!
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

H. H. Milman.

286 IN GOD, my faithful God,

I trust when dark my road;
Though many woes o’ertake me,
Yet He will not forsake me;
His love it is doth send them,
And when 'tis best will end them.

2 My sins assail me sore,

But I despair no more;
I build on Christ who loves me,
From this Rock nothing moves me;
To Him I all surrender,

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,

To Him I wholly yield 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,

With all my heart each day;
We too, dear Lord, adore Thee,
We sing for joy before Thee:
Guide us while here we wander,
Till safely landed yonder.

S. Weingaertner.
C. Winkworth, Tr.

287

JESUS

ESUS, still lead on,

Till our rest be won;
And although the way be cheerless,
We will follow, calm and fearless;
Guide us by Thy hand
To our fatherland.

2 If the way be drear,

If the foe be near,
Let not faithless fears o'er take us,
Let not faith and hope forsake us;
For through many a foe
To our home we go.

3 When we seek relief

From a long-felt grief,
When temptations come alluring,
Make us patient and enduring;
Show us that bright shore
Where we weep no more.

4 Jesus, still lead on,

Till our rest be won;
Heavenly Leader, still direct us,

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