Lord of life, when foes assail us

1 Lord of life, when foes assail us,
And our hearts are bowed in pain,
Earthly friends can not deliver;
Swords and bucklers, all are vain.
Be our buckler, Thou whose pity
Bore the shame upon the tree:
Man of Sorrows, in our sorrow
We can only trust in Thee.

2 On the darkly heaving billows,
Thou didst walk, and they were still;
Thou canst stay the ills that press us,
They are servants to Thy will.
Thou alone art King of nations,
Lord of life and victory:
Man of Sorrows, in our sorrows
We can only trust in Thee.

3 O subdue our heart's rebellion,
That we faint not nor repine;
Nought of evil can befall us,
That comes down from hand of Thine.
May we, like Thy great disciple,
Meet Thee on the swelling sea:
Man of Sorrows, in our sorrows
We can only trust in Thee.

Source: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #517