633. C. M. Drummond.
"God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble."
1Bereft of all, when hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,
O what can save us from despair?
What dissipate the gloom?
2No balm that earthly plants distil
Can soothe the mourner's smart;
No mortal hand with lenient skill
Bind up the broken heart.
3But One alone, who reigns above,
Our woe to peace can turn,
And light the lamp of joy and love
That long has ceased to burn.
4Then, O my soul, to that One flee,
To God thy woes reveal;
His eye alone thy wounds can see,
His hand alone can heal.