Comfort in Trouble

By trou­ble oft I’m ov­er­whelmed

By snares oft cir­cum­scribed;

And yet Thou think­est

Lord

of me

Thou’rt ev­er near my side.

My earth­ly re­fug­es doth fail

When foes my soul as­sail

And men de­ceive and friends de­ny

But Thou doth hear my cry.

The path I take Thou know­est

Lord

It is be­set with thorns

But I will ne’er its track for­sake

While glo­ry’s in its wake.

It leads to bliss

O bound­less love

From cross to crown I go

Then shall I shirk the cross be­low

And lose the crown ab­ove?

Awake

my soul

and run thy race

Lay ev­ery weight aside

Thou soon shalt see thy Sav­ior’s face

And round His throne abide.