When Trouble, Breaking Through the Door

When trouble, breaking through the door, Brings with it all the heart's despair, When suffering and loss's sore, Betrayal adds salt to our prayer—

Then do I rise to face the fight, Against my foes without dread's call, One weapon shines forth burning bright— Prayer closes trouble's every hall.

With soul I cry for aid divine, To the Creator, Lord of earth, With tears I plead and make my sign: Oh God, grant me my strength and worth!

Then He, with Spirit's consolation, Gives me the victory in my strife, And I receive His liberation, When in my prayers I seek His life!