IN the floods of tribulation, While the billows o’er me roll, Jesus whispers consolation, And supports my fainting soul.
So, in darkest dispensations, Does my faithful Lord appear, With His richest consolations To encourage, strengthen, cheer.
In the sacred page recorded So the word securely stands— ‘Fear not, I’m—in trouble—near you,’ ‘None shall pluck you from My hands.’
All I meet I find assists me In my path to heavenly joy: Where, though trials now attend me, Troubles never more shall cloy.
Blest there with a weight of glory, Still the path I’ll not forget, But, exulting, say, it led me To my precious Saviour’s seat.
Samuel Pearce, 1766-99