When darkening clouds obscure our sky,
And friends are few, and trouble nigh,
On one alone we may rely,
Jesus! precious Sav­ior!

Friends, basking in the summer ray
Of brighter hours, have passed away;
But one is left in sorrow’s day,
Jesus! precious Sav­ior!

When hopes, like autumn leaves, are dead,
And every joy of earth is fled,
Sweet pillow—rest for heart and head,
Jesus! precious Sav­ior!

Jesus hath died thine heart to win,
His precious blood atones for sin,
His loving arms would take thee in:
Jesus! precious Sav­ior!

Oh, let Him fold thee to His breast,
There find a true, a perfect rest,
And thou shalt be for­ev­er blest,
By Je­sus! precious Sav­ior!