Now, in the hour of deep distress

Verse 1

Now in the hour of deep distress, My God, support thy Son. When horrors dark my soul oppress, O leave me not alone!

Verse 2

Thus did our suff'ring Saviour pray, With mighty cried and tears. God heard him in that dreadful day, And chas'd away his fears.

Verse 3

Great was the vict'ry of his death: His throne exalted stands; And all the nations of the earth Shall bow to his commands.

Verse 4

The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread; And all, that seek the Lord, shall be With joys immortal fed!