Our Ever Present Aid

Thou ever present aid In suff' ring and distress, The mind which still on thee is stayed Is kept in perfect peace.

The soul by faith reclined On the Redeemer' s breast, ' Mid raging storms, exults to find An everlasting rest.

Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene' er thy face appears; It stills the sighing suff' rer' s moan, And dries the widow' s tears.

It hallows ev' ry cross; It sweetly comforts me; Makes me forget my ev' ry loss And find my all in thee.

Jesus, to whom I fly, Doth all my needs fulfil; What though created streams are dry, I have the fountain still.

Stripped of each earthly friend, I find them all in One; And peace and joy which never end Abound in Christ alone.