"I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." (HEBREWS. 13:5.)
Alone with Jesus! Oh how sweet
To lay my sorrows at His feet!
So kindly He consents to share
My burden and my ev'ry care.
I know how sweet it is, my God,
To fall before Thee, 'neath Thy rod.
Alone, yet not alone! One eye
That can my ev'ry grief descry-
An eye that beams with pitying love
And scans earth's depths from heaven above;
That never tires, that never sleeps,
But watches while the tried one weeps,
Alone, yet not alone! One hand
To hold the glass as runs the sand;
To wipe away the scalding tear,
Dispel each gloomy doubt and fear;
To soothe this wounded heart of mine,
Pouring there into oil and wine.
Alone, yet not alone! One heart
To feel my wounds' acutest smart;
A spacious heart to hide me in,
Safe from the world's o'erwhelming din
So mighty, yet so kind and free,
Stooping to love a worm like me.
Alone, yet not alone! One voice
To bid me make the Lord my choice;
To whisper "Peace " when troubles roll
Like waves across my chasten'd soul;
To say in accents, soft and mild,
"'As thy day, so thy strength,' my child!"
Alone, yet not alone I One ear
To suppliant's whisper ever near
Awake to silent agony,
To bleeding spirit's misery;
Attentive to the humblest cry,
The faintest prayer, the smother'd sigh.
Alone, yet not alone! One breast
Where I may lay my head to rest;
Reposing in those loving arms,
So calm, so safe from all alarms;
Oh here, forever lying still,
I'll bow me to my Father's will!