1 When in the hour of utmost need
We know not where to look for aid;
When days and nights of anxious thought
No help nor counsel yet have brought;
2 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;
3 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.
4 For Thou hast promised, graciously
To hear all those who cry to Thee,
Through Him whose name alone is great,
Our Savior and our advocate.
5 And thus we come, O God, today,
And all our woes before Thee lay;
For tried, afflicted, lo! we stand,
Peril and foes on very hand.
6 Ah, hide not for our sins Thy face;
Absolve us through Thy boundless grace;
Be with us in our anguish still,
Free us at last from every ill.
7 That so with all our hearts may we
Once more our glad thanksgiving pay,
And walk obedient to Thy word,
And now and ever praise Thee, Lord.