Poems (Shipton)/The Little Sanctuary
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THE LITTLE SANCTUARY.
"Although I have scattered them among the countries, yet will I be to them as a little sanctuary in the countries where they shall come."—Ezekiel xi. 16.
Thou hast been Home and Friend in deserts lonely,
And Thou wilt be again.
O, let me seek Thy smile, my Jesus only,
And not the praise of men.
And Thou wilt be again.
O, let me seek Thy smile, my Jesus only,
And not the praise of men.
Lord, let me feel that Thou art ever nigh me,
And ruling all in love;
That no good thing Thy wisdom will deny me,
Thy tenderness to prove.
And ruling all in love;
That no good thing Thy wisdom will deny me,
Thy tenderness to prove.
Thy blessed voice the stormy wind obeyeth,
And Thy behest fulfils;
Thy word the tempest wild within allayeth,
And each foreboding stills.
And Thy behest fulfils;
Thy word the tempest wild within allayeth,
And each foreboding stills.
Keep me still close to Thee, Lord; Thou knowest
Thou art my hope and rest;
And trustful let me tread the path Thou showest,
Still leaning on Thy breast.
Thou art my hope and rest;
And trustful let me tread the path Thou showest,
Still leaning on Thy breast.