1. When gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean who not in vain
Experienced ev'ry human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2. If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way;
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He who felt temtation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3. When sorr'wing o'er some stone I bend
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Savior, mark'st the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
4. And, oh, when I have safely past
Thro' ev'ry conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
Source: The New Christian Hymnal #287