1 My God! in life's most doubtful hour,
In sharpest pains of death,
Who waits on Thee hath peace and power;
Thou present help of faith!
2 Thy crown of joy upon his head,
Thy light upon his face,
Through storms and strife Thy Christ could tread,
On to the happy place.
3 And though the cross were sharp and high,
The lifted Lord could see
The souls he loved drawn nearer by
His love's last energy.
4 Help me, O God! to seek -- to win,
Through struggles and through prayer,
The faith which frees my soul from sin,
And brings Thy blessing there.
5 So shall my cross of conquered shame
My fainting brothers raise,
So Thy triumphant mercy flame
Around my path of praise.
6 And earth, with all its pain and toil,
By love's pure presence blest,
Shall wear the calm celestial smile
Of heaven's eternal rest.