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IN the floods of tribulation,
   While the billows o’er me roll,
Jesus whispers consolation,
    And supports my fainting soul.
 
2  So, in darkest dispensations,
    Does my faithful Lord appear,
With His richest consolations
    To encourage, strengthen, cheer.
 
3  In the sacred page recorded
    So the word securely stands—
‘Fear not, I’m—in trouble—near you,’
    ‘None shall pluck you from My hands.’
 
4  All I meet I find assists me
    In my path to heavenly joy:
Where, though trials now attend me,
    Troubles never more shall cloy.
 
5  Blest there with a weight of glory,
    Still the path I’ll not forget,
But, exulting, say, it led me
    To my precious Saviour’s seat.
 
Samuel Pearce, 1766-99