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Thou Very Present Aid

THOU very present aid

In suffering and distress,

The soul which still on thee is stayed

Is kept in perfect peace.

The soul by faith reclined

On his Redeemer’s breast

Midst raging storms exults to find

An everlasting rest.

Sorrow and fear are gone,

Whene’er thy face appears;

It stills the sighing orphan’s moan,

And dries the widow’s tears.

It hallows every cross;

It sweetly comforts me;

And makes me now forget my loss,

And lose myself in thee.

Peace to the troubled heart,

Health to the sin-sick mind,

The wounded spirit’s Balm thou art,

The Healer of mankind.

In deep affliction blest,

With thee I mount above,

And sing, triumphantly distrest,

Thine all-sufficient love.

Jesus, to whom I fly,

Doth all my wishes fill;

In vain the creature-streams are dry:

I have the Fountain still.

Stript of my earthly friends,

I find them all in One;

And peace, and joy that never ends,

And heaven, in Christ alone.