Cry out to your Savior, oh, weary, torn soul.
Cling to the Healer who can make your life whole
For its through His comfort that life’s storms will cease
And weary, weak souls find a shelter and peace.
No evil can conquer your weary, tired mind
For God in his faithfulness only refines
He will not forsake you and evil won’t conquer
And after each trial you’ll find your faith stronger.
And if you’re too weak to cling any longer
You’re still held in the arms of your good, loving Father.
His Spirit interprets cries deeper than words
He soothes every sorrow, gives endurance and hope.
So look up to him, though overtaken by cares
Find tender compassion, deliverance from snares
Do not fear in terror, or dread Satan’s schemes
What you find torn down, your Savior redeems.