THE LOOK.
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I looked on everything but Him,
In desolating grief.
And found!—heart, what couldst thou find
Of solace and relief?
In desolating grief.
And found!—heart, what couldst thou find
Of solace and relief?
Then sat I down before the Lord,
That He my need might see;
And helpless, hopeless, speechless, there
My Saviour looked on me.
Oh, look of life! oh, might of love!
My heart that glance returned,
And melting 'neath His heavenly smile,
With joy and ardor burned.
That He my need might see;
And helpless, hopeless, speechless, there
My Saviour looked on me.
Oh, look of life! oh, might of love!
My heart that glance returned,
And melting 'neath His heavenly smile,
With joy and ardor burned.
Just so my sweet and sovereign Lord
On Peter looked before:
He, in the strength of that one look,
Denied his Lord no more;
But followed Him in life to death:
Lord, let me do the same;
Yea, let me go in this Thy might—
Strong in Thy holy Name.
On Peter looked before:
He, in the strength of that one look,
Denied his Lord no more;
But followed Him in life to death:
Lord, let me do the same;
Yea, let me go in this Thy might—
Strong in Thy holy Name.
