In the darkest hour

September 29

In the darkest hour
That my heart may know,
Out of Satan’s power,
Whither shall I go?

Here there is no refuge
For the soul opprest:
Whither shall I journey,
Whither seek for rest?

Poor and weak and wretched,
Full of fears and woe,
To be free from torment
Whither can I go?

Bound in cords of anguish,
By my sins dismayed,
Whither, then, ah, whither
Can I look for aid?

Joy in tribulation!
Hope that sets me free!
Jesus, my salvation,
Lo, I turn to Thee.

Chorus
To Jesus! to Jesus!
Only unto Jesus,
The Savior so compassionate,
The sinner’s only Friend,
The Savior so compassionate,
The sinner’s only Friend.
     Josephine Pollard