Text: | O Fount of Truth and Mercy |
Author: | Per Olaf Nystroem |
1 O Fount of truth and mercy,
Thy promise cannot fail;
What Thou hast said must ever
In heaven and earth prevail;
"Call upon Me in trouble,
And I will help afford."
Yea, to my latest moment,
I'll call upon Thee, Lord.
2 What comfort in affliction
To rest upon Thy grace,
And in Thy wise direction
My fainting heart to place!
When Thou, O Lord, didst teach me
In Thine own Name to pray,
Unto my hope Thou gavest
A refuge and a stay.
3 The yearnings of my bosom
Thou hearest, Lord, I know;
What to my weal pertaineth
I know Thou wilt bestow.
In times of deepest anguish
Thy helping hand is near,
And on Thy loving bosom
My sorrows Thou wilt bear.
4 And to this blest assurance
I'll cling for evermore;
And never shall I weary
A Father to implore.
Depart, despair and anguish
That oft my soul oppress;
I'll cling unto my Saviour
Till He my soul shall bless.
Amen.
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First Line: | O Fount of truth and mercy |
Title: | O Fount of Truth and Mercy |
Author: | Per Olaf Nystroem |
Publication Date: | 1937 |