1.

When troubled sore, when my heart is bleeding,
When wounds are deep and my pain’s exceeding,
When fiery trials are all I see,
That’s when I know Your great love for me.

2.

When storms arise with a fearsome power,
And I’m in dread of the waves that tower,
When I no help or escape can see,
That’s when I know Your great love for me.

3.

When bowed and poor in my deepest being,
When all my weakness and need I’m seeing,
I trust You wholly—to You I flee,
Because I know Your great love for me.

Written by Ellida Kjeldsen (published in 1935)Composed by Ellida KjeldsenText and melody © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagDenmark ⋅ D