To Whom in Peril and Distress

To whom in peril and dis­tress

While grow­ing ills our land op­press

Should we for re­fuge fly?

Jesus

from age to age the same

We find

con­fid­ing in Thy name

The strength of Is­ra­el nigh.

Of wars and ru­mored wars we hear

But Thy com­mand for­bids our fear

And un­believ­ing haste;

In Thee our qui­et souls we hide

And safe be­neath Thy wings ab­ide

Till ev­ery storm is past.

Our on­ly care Thy grace to gain

And stead­fast in the faith re­main

Which sweet­ly works by love

To prove Thine ac­cept­able will

And all Thy dear com­mands ful­fill

As an­gels do ab­ove.

Us

whom Thy mind and Spir­it arm

Nor sword nor pes­ti­lence can harm

Nor earth or hell an­noy;

The plagues that on the wick­ed seize

Can nev­er in­ter­rupt our peace

Or rob us of our joy.

We thus to meet our God pre­pare

By con­stant watch­ful­ness and pray­er

By toils of love re­newed

Assured that all ev­ents shall join

Accomplishing Thy blest de­sign

In our eter­nal good.

O Son of Man

O God most high

We on Thy faith­ful word re­ly

For per­sev­er­ing grace

Till ful­ly saved and count­ed meet

We stand

in ho­li­ness com­plete

Before Thy glo­ri­ous face.