1 When temptations press my soul,
When the clouds above me roll,
I believe Thou canst console,
Giving inward peace,—
Refrain:
Peace in believing,
Lost hopes retrieving,
O the help I am receiving
All along the way.
2 Oh, for naught of time or place,
Only let me see Thy face,
Goodness, mercy, truth and grace,
Then shall I receive. [Refrain]
3 Thus securely to abide
Ever near Thy bleeding side;
Trusting Thee if ill betide,
Thee and Thee alone. [Refrain]
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #13