When Sorrows Cup Pours Out Its Woe


When sorrow’s cup pours out its woe,
And bitter tears unbidden flow,
My hiding place shall ever be,
In him who wept in blood for me.
He knows the depth of all my grief,
And touch’d with pity, sends relief;
He knows the depth of all my grief,
And touch’d with pity, sends relief.

When trials hard and cares oppress,
To sink my soul in deep distress,
My resting place, my strength is he,
Who bore the greater cross for me.
He knows its weight, and when I cry,
In mercy moved, doth grace supply;
He knows its weight, and when I cry,
In mercy moved, doth grace supply.

His pity brought him to the tree,
Whereon he shed his blood for me,
Thor’ him I claim the promise giv’n,
Thro’ him alone I enter heav’n.
He is my refuge and my stay,
My present help in life alway;
He is my refuge and my stay,
My present help in life alway.