In Ev’ry Trouble, Sharp and Strong ST. SAVIOUR—Frederick G. Baker In Ev’ry Trouble, Sharp and Strong 1 In ev’ry trouble, sharp and strong, My soul to Jesus flies; My anchorhold is firm on Him, When swelling billows rise. 2 His comforts bear my spirits up, I trust a faithful God; The sure foundation of my hope Is in a Savior’s blood. 3 Loud alleluias sing, my soul, To Thy redeemer’s name; In joy, in sorrow, life and death, His love is still the same.