Let me not wander comfortless

Let me not wander comfortless

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Representative Text

Let me not wander comfortless,
My Father, far from Thee;
But still beneath Thy guardian wing
In holy quiet be.

The storms of grief, the tears of woe,
Soothed by Thy love, shall cease;
And all the trembling spirit breathe
A deep, unbroken peace.

The power of prayer shall o’er me shed
A deep, celestial calm;
More soft than evening’s twilight dews,
My soul shall feel its balm.

For there Thy still, small voice shall speak
Thy great, Thy boundless love;
And tears and smiles, and grief and joy,
Shall lift my soul above.

Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #338

Text Information

First Line: Let me not wander comfortless


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