O Fount of truth and mercy

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.

Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #301