Thou Art My Helper

1 Mingling all day with the busy throng;
Borne by the crowd in its haste along,
Trampled and bruis’d by the heedless feet,
Weary and faint with the dust and heat,
Where midst the strife and this worldly care,
Where was the time for a silent prayer?

Chorus:
Still, oh, my Father,
Thou knowest I’m thine,
Thou art my helper,
Thy promises mine.

2 Stumbling so oft, and with weary pain,
Struggling to rise, but to fall again;
Making resolves with the morning light,
Finding them naught with the shades of night;
Cumber’d with care for the days to come,
Where have I built for the heav’nly home. [Chorus]

3 Feeling so strong for the coming need,
Proving at last but a broken reed;
Longing at times for a wider sphere,
Closing mine eye on some mission near;
Where is the life I had hoped to lead,
Sowing for Thee of the heav’nly seed? [Chorus]

4 Thou art my rock as the waves run high,
Refuge and strength as the storms draw nigh;
What tho’ the flood with its angry beat,
Rolls its dark waves at my very feet;
What tho’ the clouds hide thy face from sight,
Turning the day into darkest night? [Chorus]


Source: Good Will: A collection of New Music for Sabbath Schools and Gospel Meetings (Enlarged) #38

• MIDI file from Good Will: A collection of New Music for Sabbath Schools and Gospel Meetings (Enlarged) #38