Hymns - In All My Troubles Sharp and Long - Текст песни

In all my troubles, sharp and long,
[Or, In every trouble, sharp and strong]
My soul to Jesus flies;
My anchor-hold is firm on Him,
When swelling billows rise.

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

Loud alleluias sing, my soul,
To Thy Redeemer???s Name;
In joy, in sorrow, life and death,
His love is still the same.