Saviour, I lift mine eyes to thee
When in the hour of deep despair;
When darkest waves roll over me,
I trust thy merits and thy care. Thy promises I know are sure,
My soul doth on them safely rest;
And though dark clouds thy face obscure,
I lean my head upon thy breast. The clouds depart. Thy face I see
All glorious in its light of love.
Thy pitying eyes look down on me,
And peace surrounds like that above.