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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

Christ all-sufficient

Lord, whither shall I flee

Published in 6 hymnals

Representative Text

1 Lord, whither shall I flee,
That I may be secure,
The law proclaims destruction near,
And thunders round me roar.

2 My guilty conscience speaks,
And tells me of my crime;
How foolish I have spent my days,
And wasted all my time.

3 And Satan he presents,
That 'tis too late to pray:
The time and means of grace are spent,
And I have lost my day.

4 Now horrors seize my mind,
With darkness and despair,
I must be driven from earth to hell,
To where the damned are.

5 These thoughts distress my mind,
And I am filled with fear,
While I am held in hard suspence,
Presumption or despair.

6 If I continue, here,
I surely shall be lost;
If I go back to sin again,
Damnation will be just.

7 I'll risk my 'ternal all,
I'll prostrate on the ground,
Dear Jesus for one sovereign word,
To heal my mortal wound.

8 Unto thy feet I fall,
And sovereign mercy crave;
Dear Jesus thou, and thou alone,
Art able for to save.

9 And whilst the Lord delays,
My heart begins to break,
Yet suddenly some joys I feel;
I hear a Savior speak:

10 "Cheer up, for I have died,
My precius blood is spilt;
Behold my flowing crimson stream,
To wash away your guilt."

11 My fears and grief and guilt,
Bid instantly depart,
Strange and surprisingly I felt,
Wrapt in my savior's heart.

12 Strangely my state was changed,
And I began to sing,
All glory to the God of love,
Who doth such sweetness bring.

13 I'll praise thee while I live,
I'll praise thee when I die,
I'll praise thee when I rise again,
And to eternity.

Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800

Text Information

First Line: Lord, whither shall I flee
Title: Christ all-sufficient
Language: English



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Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #32

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Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #XXIX

Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #d101

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Hymns and Spiritual Songs (New ed.) #106

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