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“Thou art my hope in the day of evil.” Jer. 17. 17

A. Steele                L.M.

1
Thou only Sovereign of my heart,
 My Refuge, my Almighty Friend;
 And can my soul from thee depart,
 On whom alone my hopes depend?

2
Whither, ah! whither should I go,
 A wretched wanderer from the Lord?
 Can this dark world of sin and woe
 One glimpse of happiness afford?

3
Eternal life thy words impart;
 On these my fainting spirit lives;
 Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
 Than all the round that nature gives.

4
Let earth’s alluring joys combine,
 While thou art near, in vain they call;
 One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
 Thou dearest Lord, outweighs them all.

5
Thy name my inmost powers adore,
 Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
 Depart from thee? – ’tis death – ’tis more;
 ’Tis endless ruin, deep despair!

6
Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
 Here safety dwells and peace divine;
 Still let me live beneath thy eye,
 For life, eternal life, is thine.