1Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll,
And trials whelm the mind,--
When, faint with grief, thy wearied soul
No joys on earth can find,--
Then lift thy voice to God on high,
Dry up the trembling tear,
And hush the low complaining sigh:
Fear not; thy God is near.
2When dark temptations spread their snares
And earth with charms allures,