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“SAVE, OR I PERISH.”
I walk amid a cloud of fear.
Mine eyes are held, I cannot see;
Mine ears are sealed, I cannot hear—
I can but hold to Thee.
Mine eyes are held, I cannot see;
Mine ears are sealed, I cannot hear—
I can but hold to Thee.
Adrift upon this wandering world,
That rushes on through awful space,
A helpless atom, forward hurled
To some strange dwelling place:
That rushes on through awful space,
A helpless atom, forward hurled
To some strange dwelling place:
My struggling soul would gasp and sink
Amid this vague eternity,
Or perish on its fearful brink,
But for my hold on thee.
Amid this vague eternity,
Or perish on its fearful brink,
But for my hold on thee.
In desolation and despair,
When foes derided, friends betrayed,
The burden of my bitter care
Upon thy hands was laid.
When foes derided, friends betrayed,
The burden of my bitter care
Upon thy hands was laid.
But for this strong and conscious trust,
This anchor sure, what should I be?
A creature of the clod and dust,
But for my hold on Thee.
This anchor sure, what should I be?
A creature of the clod and dust,
But for my hold on Thee.
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Father! Thy hand the wild-bird brings,
With fearless flight, from shore to shore,
Safe in that sheltering peace it sings,
Howe'er the tempest roar.
With fearless flight, from shore to shore,
Safe in that sheltering peace it sings,
Howe'er the tempest roar.
So tossed, so frail, so lone am I,
Except that hand my guidance be.
Hear Thou my fearful, hopeful cry:
Dear Lord, lay hold on me!
Except that hand my guidance be.
Hear Thou my fearful, hopeful cry:
Dear Lord, lay hold on me!
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