Child of sorrow and of woe;
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then where’er you go.
Hope of earth and joy of heav’n;
Precious name! Oh, how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of heav’n.
As a shield from every snare.
If temptations ’round you gather,
Breathe that holy name in prayer.
How it thrills our souls with joy;
All the favor of the Father
In this name we may enjoy.
Falling prostrate at His feet,
Claim His vict’ry over evil
And the enemy defeat.