O Jesus, when our spirits mourn,
And heavenly calm would find,
Come to Thy servants in their grief,
And prove that Thou art kind.

Stand not afar off from our souls,
Nor from our need depart;
Come with the comfort of Thy love,
And cheer the joyless heart.

Thou didst not leave Thy saints of old,
Nor shun their earnest cry;
O ever-present pitying Lord,
Draw nigh to us, draw nigh;

And bind us to Thyself, we pray,
Whose spirits pine for Thee,
That we may hymn Thy glorious name
To all eternity.