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!