When in the Hour of Utmost Need

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.

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.

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.

For Thou hast pro­mised gra­cious­ly

To hear all those who cry to Thee

Thro’ Him whose name alone is great

Our Sav­ior and our ad­vo­cate.

And thus we come

O God

to­day

And all our woes be­fore Thee lay;

For sore­ly tried

cast down

we stand

Perplexed by fears on ev­ery hand.

Ah! hide not for our sins Thy face

Absolve us thro’ Thy bound­less grace

Be with us in our ang­uish still

Free us at last from ev­ery ill.

That so with all our hearts we may

Once more our glad thanks­giv­ings pay

And walk obe­di­ent to Thy Word

And now and ev­er praise the Lord.