To Thee, Thou'rt soon appeas'd;
The help Thou send'st shows forth Thy praise,
And our sad hearts are eas'd.
Thou mark'st how oft Thy people weep
And what their sorrows are,
Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep,
However small they are.
Our deepest needs dost Thou supply,
Thou giv'st what lasts for aye,
Thou lead'st us to our home on high,