No help, no refuge did I see ; 'Twas darkness and despair, till, lo ! My blessed Grod, I turned to thee. Then, then did life and light arise, And healing came upon thy wing : All banished were my tears and sighs. Peace, joy within my heart did spring. For thou wast mine, my God of love — Mine, thou my Saviour, brother, friend : For this my soul be raised above. In highest praise, till time shall end. And when eternity shall rise. My soul, may still the theme be thine. And join with myriads in the skies To swell the praise of love Divine.
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