1 THOU very present Aid In suffering and distress, The soul, which still on Thee is stay’d, Is kept in perfect peace; The soul by faith reclined On his Redeemer’s breast, ’Midst raging storms exults to find An everlasting rest. 2 Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene’er Thy face appears, It stills the sighing orphan’s moan, And dries the widow’s tears; It hallows every cross, It sweetly comforts me, And makes me now forget my loss, And lose myself in Thee. 3 Peace to the troubled