In Every Trying Hour

In every trying hour
My soul to Jesus flies;
I trust in His almighty power,
When swelling billows rise.

His comforts bear me up;
I trust a faithful God;
The sure foundation of my hope
Is in my Savior’s blood.

Loud hallelujahs sing
To our Redeemer’s name,
In joy or sorrow—life or death—
His love is still the same.

Words: John Killinghall, 1740.