In This Lone Hour of Deep Distress

In this lone hour of deep dis­tress

When hea­vy sor­rows round me press

Encouraged by Thy gra­cious word

I trust Thee as the wi­dow’s God.

A hus­band lies in death’s em­brace

The grave is now his rest­ing place;

O

as I pass be­neath Thy rod

Reveal Thy­self the wi­dow’s God.

Assuage my grief

re­move my fears

Suppress my mur­mur­ing

dry my tears;

Help me to own Thee as my Lord

And bless Thee as the wi­dow’s God.

Be Thou my coun­sel­or and stay

Protect by night

and guide by day;

Then

as I tra­vel life’s rough road

I’ll praise Thee as the wi­dow’s God.