Friend of the friendless and the lone

Friend of the friendless and the lone,
Whose love makes all our cares Thine own,
Be with us in our hour of fear
And make us feel that Thou art near.

Our griefs without Thee, Lord, would be
The height — the depth of misery,
While by Thy Spirit blest they prove
But clouds, whose dews are peace and love.

Lord, I would rather weep to feel
Thy blessed influence o'er me steal,
Than share the brightest earthly lot,
Where Thou, my Saviour God, art not.

For O! without Thee, what the smiles
With which a treach'rous world beguiles?
While with Thee — tears, and loss, and pain,
Touch'd by Thy grace are turn'd to gain.