O Friend Of Souls How Blest The Time

O Friend of souls! how blest the time
When in thy love I rest,
When from my weariness I climb
E’en to thy tender breast!
The night of sorrow endeth there,
Thy rays outshine the sun,
And in thy pardon and thy care
The heaven of heavens is won.

The world may call itself my foe,
Or flatter and allure:
I care not for the world; I go
To this tried Friend and sure.
And when life’s fiercest storms are sent
Upon life’s wildest sea,
My little bark is confident
Because it holdeth thee.

To others death seems dark and grim,
But no, O Lord, to me:
I know thou ne’er forsakest him
Who puts his trust in thee.
Nay, rather, with a joyful heart
I welcome the release
From this dark desert, and depart
To thy eternal peace.