In time of tribulation, hear, Lord, my feeble cries; With humble supplication to Thee my spirit flies; My heart with grief is breaking, scarce can my voice complain; Mine eyes with tears kept waking, still watch and weep in vain.
The days of old, in vision, bring banished bliss to view; The years of lost fruition, their joys in pangs renew; Remembered songs of gladness, through nights lone silence brought, Strike notes of deeper sadness, and stir desponding thought.
Hath God cast off forever? Can time His truth impair? His tender mercy never shall I presume to share? Hath He His loving kindness shut up in endless wrath? No; this is mine own blindness, that cannot see His path.
I call to recollection the years of His right hand; And, strong in His protection, again through faith I stand; Thy deeds, O Lord, are wondrous; holy are all Thy ways; The secret place of thunder shall utter forth Thy praise.
Thee, with the tribes assembled, O God, the billows saw; They saw Thee, and they trembled, turned, and stood still with awe; The clouds shot hail and lightning; the earth reeled to and fro; Thy fiery pillar brightened the gulf of gloom below.
Thy way is in great waters, Thy footsteps are not known; Let Adam’s sons and daughters confide in Thee alone: Through the wild sea Thou leadest Thy chosen flock of yore; Still on the waves Thou treadest, and Thy redeemed pass o’er.
To God will I direct my prayer, And He will make my needs His care; I trust Him still, though in my grief No answer yet has brought relief; With hands outstretched through all the night, Uncomforted I sought for light.
The thought of God brought me no peace, But rather made my fears increase; With sleepless eyes and speechless pain My fainting spirit grieved in vain; The blessedness of long ago Made deeper still my present woe.
Recalling days when faith was bright, When songs of gladness filled my night, I pondered o’er my grievous woes And searching questioning arose; Will God cast off, and nevermore His favor to my soul restore?
I asked in fear and bitterness: Will God forsake me in distress? Shall I His promise faithless find? Has God forgotten to be kind? Has He in anger hopelessly Removed His love and grace from me?
These doubts and fears that troubled me Were born of my infirmity; Though I am weak, God is most high, And on His goodness I rely; Of all His wonders, I will tell, And on His deeds my thoughts shall dwell.
O God, most holy are Thy ways, And who like Thee deserves my praise? Thou only doest wondrous things, The whole wide world Thy glory sings; Thine outstretched arm Thy people saved, Though sore distressed and long enslaved.
O God, from Thee the waters fled, The depths were moved with mighty dread, The swelling clouds their torrents poured, And o’er the earth the tempest roared; ’Mid lightning’s flash and thunder’s sound Great trembling shook the solid ground.
Thy way was in the sea, O God, Through mighty waters, deep and broad; None understood but God alone, To man Thy footsteps were unknown; But safe Thy people Thou didst keep, Almighty Shepherd of Thy sheep.