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1 "Now in the hour of deep distress,
My God, support thy Son.
When horrors dark my soul oppress,
O leave me not alone!"
2 Thus did our suff'ring Saviour pray,
With mighty cried and tears.
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.
3 Great was the vict'ry of his death:
His throne exalted stands;
And all the nations of the earth
Shall bow to his commands.
4 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;
And all, that seek the Lord, shall be
With joys immortal fed!
Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #135
First Line: | Now, in the hour of deep distress |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |