One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[In the night I think on Thee] |
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[In the night I think on Thee]
“Trust in the Lord alway.”
In the night I think on Thee;
I remember me by day
Of Thy care; but who shall say
To my soul, “It shall not be
That thou ever fall away”?
I remember me by day
Of Thy care; but who shall say
To my soul, “It shall not be
That thou ever fall away”?
I will trust Thee, who began,
To go on with might divine,
This salvation is not mine.
I will trust Thee, lover of man,
To love on, and prove it Thine.
To go on with might divine,
This salvation is not mine.
I will trust Thee, lover of man,
To love on, and prove it Thine.
What if sins I left for dead
Plead too well again to live,
(Lord, O hear; O Lord, forgive,)
How shall I lift up my head,
Find or peace or palliative?
Plead too well again to live,
(Lord, O hear; O Lord, forgive,)
How shall I lift up my head,
Find or peace or palliative?
There be none,—but Thou wilt stand,
For Thou art not at the end
Of Thy mercy, and extend
To me, fall'n, a pitying hand,
Piercèd hand, Thou sinner's friend.
For Thou art not at the end
Of Thy mercy, and extend
To me, fall'n, a pitying hand,
Piercèd hand, Thou sinner's friend.
What if mind and thought decay'd,
Old, I lose Thee from my ken,
Thou chiefest of the sons of men,
And Thy worth from memory fade;
O! most loving Lord, what then?
Old, I lose Thee from my ken,
Thou chiefest of the sons of men,
And Thy worth from memory fade;
O! most loving Lord, what then?
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Nay, but Thou wilt not forget;
In Thy memory lives my boast;
On the everlasting coast
Thou wilt meet and own me yet,
To the end and uttermost.
In Thy memory lives my boast;
On the everlasting coast
Thou wilt meet and own me yet,
To the end and uttermost.
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