"I, even I, am He that comforteth you." -- Isaiah 2:12

Sweet is the solace of Thy love,

My Heavenly Friend, to me,

While through the hidden way of faith

I journey home with Thee,

Learning by quiet thankfulness

As a dear child to be.

Though from the shadow of Thy peace

My feet would often stray,

Thy mercy follows all my steps,

And will not turn away;

Yea, thou wilt comfort me at last,

As none beneath Thee may.

Oft in a dark and lonely place,

I hush my hastened breath,

To hear the comfortable words

Thy loving Spirit saith;

And feel my safety in Thy hand

From every kind of death.

O there is nothing in the world

To weigh against Thy will;

Even the dark times I dread the most

Thy covenant filfil;

And when the pleasant morning dawns

I find Thee with me still.

Then in the secret of my soul,

Though hosts my peace invade,

Though through a waste and weary land

My lonely way he made,

Thou, even Thou, wilt comfort me --

I need not be afraid.

Still in the solitary place

I would awhile abide,

Till with the solace of Thy love

My heart is satisfied;

And all my hopes of happiness

Stay calmly at Thy side.