O Fount of truth and mercy

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.