O'er the troubled heart opprest ;
To the weary, fainting spirit.
Breathing comfort, hope, and rest.
Thou . . wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose
mind . . is stayed on Thee, . . .
Because . . he trusteth in Thee . . because . .
he trusteth in Thee. . . .
2 Precious words that cheer us onward,
When the day is dark and drear ;
Lighting up the path before us,
While their loving tones we hear.
3 Precious words of holy promise,
From the home of angels bright ;
By the Spirit softly whispered
In the silent hours of night.
4 Precious words that lift us upward,
All our earthly cares above ;
To the Fount of life eternal,
And the source of endless love.