Classic Poem

The Lord is near when men oppress,
He helps when troubles rise;
He is my friend in deep distress,
He hears my groans and sighs.

The smiles of Jesus sweetly play
Around my toil-worn brow;
And light my path with Hope's bright ray,
That scarce was felt till now.

His arms of love sustain my soul,
And circle me around;
His hands my pains and griefs control,
He makes my joys abound.

His mercy heals each grievous smart,
And wipes the falling tear;
His grace supports my fainting heart,
And quells each rising fear.