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1 When human hopes all wither,
And friends no aid supply,
Then wither, Lord, ah! whiter
Can turn my straining eye?
'Mid storms of grief still rougher,
'Midst darker, deadlier shade,
That cross where thou didst suffer,
On Calvary was displayed.
2 On that my gaze I fasten,
My refuge that I make;
Though sorely thou mayst chasten,
Thou never canst forsake;
Thou, on that cross didst languish,
Ere glory crowned thy head!
And I, through death and anguish,
Must be to glory led.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #619
First Line: | When human hopes all wither |
Author: | Charlotte Elliott |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |