[Verse 1] Blessed be the Father of mercies, God of all comfort, near in the strain. He does not wait at the edge of our sorrow; He enters the room and remains. [Chorus] Comfort us, then send that comfort on. Put in our hands what carried us through. As suffering abounds, let consolation rise; what we received in Christ, let us give too. [Verse 2] Asia pressed harder than strength could bear. The sentence of death was written inside. Self-trust fell silent; another hope stood: the God who awakens the dead is alive. [Bridge] He delivered. He delivers. We trust that He still will. Many prayers join the rescue; many thanks answer the hill. [Chorus] Comfort us, then send that comfort on. Make every scar a doorway of grace. The Father of mercies stays in tribulation; no sufferer stands in an unseen place. [Outro] Consoled to console. Delivered to hope.