In All My Troubles, Sharp and Long

In all my trou­bles

sharp and long

[Or

In ev­ery trou­ble

sharp and strong]

My soul to Je­sus flies;

My an­chor-hold is firm on Him

When swell­ing bil­lows rise.

His com­forts bear my spir­its up

I trust a faith­ful God;

The sure foun­da­tion of my hope

Is in a Sav­ior’s blood.

Loud al­le­lu­ias sing

my soul

To thy Re­deem­er’s name;

In joy

in sor­row

life and death

His love is still the same.