God our Support.

TIS faith supports my feeble soul In times of deep distress; When storms arise and billows roll, Great God, I trust thy grace.

Thy powerful arm still bears me up, Whatever griefs befall; Thou art my life, my joy, my hope, And thou my all in all.

Bereft of friends, beset with foes, With dangers all around, To thee I all my fears disclose, In thee my help is found.

In every want, in every strait, To thee alone I fly; When other comforters depart, Thou art forever nigh.