In the floods of tribulation,
While the billows o’er me roll,
Jesus whispers consolation,
And supports my fainting soul.


Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.
Sweet affliction, sweet affliction,
Thus to bring my Savior near.

So in darkest dispensations
Doth my faithful Lord appear,
With His sweetest consolations
To reanimate and cheer.


Floods of tribulation brighten,
Billows still around me roar;
Those that know not Christ ye frighten,
But my soul defies your Pow’r.


In the sacred page recorded,
Thus the word securely stands,
Fear not, I’m in trouble, near thee,
Nought shall pluck thee from my hands.


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