"I WILL NEVER LEAVE THEE, OR FORSAKE THEE."
HOW patient art Thou, dearest Lord,
And how perverse am I!
Still day by day some other way
To win me Thou dost try.
And how perverse am I!
Still day by day some other way
To win me Thou dost try.
Now under skies serenely bright
Thou leadest me along,
No cloud of ill my hopes to chill
Or turn to sighs my song.
Thou leadest me along,
No cloud of ill my hopes to chill
Or turn to sighs my song.
And now Thou sufferest cruel storms,
Misfortune's bitter blast,
To lay me low that I may know
Thy shelter o'er me cast.
Misfortune's bitter blast,
To lay me low that I may know
Thy shelter o'er me cast.
To-day companionships most sweet
To every hour give wings,
And morn and eve such visions weave
As shadow Heavenly things.
To every hour give wings,
And morn and eve such visions weave
As shadow Heavenly things.
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