Now in the Hour of Deep Distress { Now in the Hour of Deep Distress HURLBUT-Composer Unknown "Now, in the Hour of Deep Distress } "Now, in the hour of deep distress, My God! support thy Son, When horrors dark my soul oppress, Oh, leave me not alone!" Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears; God heard him, in that dreadful day, And chased away his fears. Great was the victory of his death, His throne's exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship, or shall die. A numerous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; Thy shall be reckoned in his eyes For daughters and for sons. The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God, And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood.