927    L.M.     A. Steele
“Thou art my hope in the day of evil.” Jer. 17. 17

1 Thou only Sovereign of my heart,
  My Refuge, my Almighty Friend;
  And can my soul from thee depart,
  On whom alone my hopes depend?

2 Whither, ah! whither should I go,
  A wretched wanderer from the Lord?
  Can this dark world of sin and woe
  One glimpse of happiness afford?

3 Eternal life thy words impart;
  On these my fainting spirit lives;
  Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
  Than all the round that nature gives.

4 Let earth’s alluring joys combine,
  While thou art near, in vain they call;
  One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
  Thou dearest Lord, outweighs them all.

5 Thy name my inmost powers adore,
  Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
  Depart from thee? – ’tis death – ’tis more;
  ’Tis endless ruin, deep despair!

6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
  Here safety dwells and peace divine;
  Still let me live beneath thy eye,
  For life, eternal life, is thine.