1 In this lone hour of deep distress,
When heavy sorrows round me press,
Encouraged by Thy gracious word,
I trust Thee as the widow’s God.
2 A husband lies in death’s embrace,
The grave is now his resting place;
O, as I pass beneath Thy rod,
Reveal Thyself the widow’s God.
3 Assuage my grief, remove my fears,
Suppress my murmuring, dry my tears;
Help me to own Thee as my Lord,
And bless Thee as the widow’s God.
4 Be Thou my counselor and stay,
Protect by night, and guide by day;
Then, as I travel life’s rough road,
I’ll praise Thee as the widow’s God.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8723