205
CHRISTIAN CONSOLATION.
When doubts and fears assail my soul,
Which trembling owns their dark control;
When sorrows thicken o'er my head,
And when my path with clouds is spread;
When earthly hope has passed away,
And friendship sheds a fainter ray;
Oh! in that hour of deep distress,
Where shall I seek for happiness?
I'll seek it in the lowly cot,
In blessing the lone sufferer's lot:
I'll seek it by the dying bed,
Where Christian peace I'll strive to shed;
I'll seek it in the humble prayer,
With which I soothe the breast of care;
I'll seek it where the tear-drop flows,
With me, more gently, o'er its woes.
Ah yes! compassion's tender train
May bring me back my peace again.
Which trembling owns their dark control;
When sorrows thicken o'er my head,
And when my path with clouds is spread;
When earthly hope has passed away,
And friendship sheds a fainter ray;
Oh! in that hour of deep distress,
Where shall I seek for happiness?
I'll seek it in the lowly cot,
In blessing the lone sufferer's lot:
I'll seek it by the dying bed,
Where Christian peace I'll strive to shed;
I'll seek it in the humble prayer,
With which I soothe the breast of care;
I'll seek it where the tear-drop flows,
With me, more gently, o'er its woes.
Ah yes! compassion's tender train
May bring me back my peace again.
