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Miscellaneous Poems

by Henry Francis Lyte

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Jehovah-Jireh
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


92

Jehovah-Jireh

When earthly joys glide swift away,
When hopes and comforts flee,
When foes beset, and friends betray,
I turn, my God, to Thee!
Thy nature, Lord, no change can know;
Thy promise still is sure;
And ills can ne'er so hopeless grow
But Thou canst find a cure.
Deliverance comes most bright and blest
At danger's darkest hour;
And man's extremity is best
To prove Almighty power.

93

High as Thou art, Thou still art near
When suppliants succour crave;
And as Thine ear is swift to hear,
Thy arm is strong to save.