When the winds of pain buffet me,
When sickness lays me low,
In bed when Thy mercy I cannot see,
And it seems that friends all did go,
Be Thou my protection.
When the storms of life are raging,
When friends and loved ones forsake,
In loneliness and sorrow,
When it seems there is no tomorrow,
Be Thou my strength.
When temptation seeks to corrupt,
When daily cares my meditations interrupt,
In times when no light in the tunnel I see,
If waves and waves wash over me,
Be Thou my foundation.
When death stands at the door,
When on life’s sea I’ll be no more,
When I my last breath do take,
So I on earth no more awake,
Be Thou my hope.
In Thee I find my strength and song.
In Thee my comfort all the day long.
In trial Thou art my protection.
In Thee is my hope and my foundation.
Thou art my God.
In Thee will I find my joy in that great day,
When in brightness all my sins are washed away.
By Deane Wassink 3-4-2001