When, in the hour of lonely woe, I give my sorrow leave to flow, And anxious fear and dark distrust Weigh down my spirit to the dust; When not e'en friendship's gentle aid Can heal the wounds the world has made, Oh, this shall check each rising sigh, That Jesus is forever nigh. His counsels and upholding care My safety and my comfort are; And he shall guide me all my days, Till glory crown the work of grace. Jesus! in whom but Thee above Can I repose my trust, my love? And shall an earthly object be Loved in comparison with Thee? My flesh is hastening to decay, Soon shall the world have passed away; And what can mortal friends avail, When heart and strength and life shall fail? But oh, be Thou, my Saviour, nigh, And I will triumph while I die; My strength, my portion, is divine, And Jesus is forever mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE |