I WILL NEVER LEAVE THEE.
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The visions fade; bereft, cast down,
As in some desert waste
Thou leavest me that unto Thee
My lonely heart may haste.
As in some desert waste
Thou leavest me that unto Thee
My lonely heart may haste.
The awful consciousness of sin
Thou makest me to feel,
The sickness dread of heart and head
That only Thou canst heal.
Thou makest me to feel,
The sickness dread of heart and head
That only Thou canst heal.
Thou dost oppress me till I fall
Repentant at Thy feet,
That on Thy breast I may find rest
As undeserved as sweet.
Repentant at Thy feet,
That on Thy breast I may find rest
As undeserved as sweet.
Again, to meditation's shade
Thou lurest me aside,
And truths wouldst teach beyond the reach
Of any human guide,—
Thou lurest me aside,
And truths wouldst teach beyond the reach
Of any human guide,—
Soft whispers of the Spirit's lore
Whose wisdom saints attain;
But soon I say, "Some other day!"
And turn to what seems plain.
Whose wisdom saints attain;
But soon I say, "Some other day!"
And turn to what seems plain.
How faithful art Thou, dearest Lord,
But oh, how faithless I,
That o'er and o'er and more and more
Thy faithfulness I try!
But oh, how faithless I,
That o'er and o'er and more and more
Thy faithfulness I try!
