102. O Fount of truth and mercy

1 O Fount of truth and mercy,
Thy promise cannot fail;
What Thou hast said must ever
In heaven and earth prevail;
"Call upon me in trouble,
And I will help afford."
Yea, to my latest moment,
I'll call upon Thee, Lord.

2 What comfort in affliction
To rest upon Thy grace,
And in Thy wise direction
My fainting heart to place!
When Thou, O Lord, didst teach me
In Thine own Name to pray,
Thou to my hope affordedst
A refuge and a stay.

3 The yearnings of my bosom
Thou hearest, Lord, I know;
What to my weal pertaineth
I know Thou wilt bestow.
In times of deepest anguish
Thy helping hand is near:
And on Thy loving bosom
My sorrows Thou wilt bear.

4 And to this blest assurance
I'll cling for evermore;
And never shall I weary
A Father to implore.
Depart, despair and anguish,
That oft my soul oppress;
I'll cling unto my Saviour
Till He my soul shall bless.

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First Line: O Fount of truth and mercy
Title: O Fount of truth and mercy
Publication Date: 1909
Topic: The Christian Graces; Faith: Peace
Notes: Author from index: Nystrom
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