Sheaves of Grain

Genesis.37:7

I Leave It All With Thee

Dear Saviour, as from day to day I travel on my homeward way,
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in fears,
Sometimes in trust, sometimes in tears,
Still let Thy truth my safeguard be,
And may I leave it all with Thee.

Without thee I am weak indeed, more brittle than the bruised reed.
Though darkening clouds my pathway hide,
Still may I trust my watchful Guide;
Within His arms for succor flee,
And, Saviour, leave it all with Thee.

All power is Thine, eternal Love, on earth below, in heaven above,

When worlds on worlds are passed away,
Thy years shall never know decay.
Thou didst endure the cross for me:
How safe to leave it all with Thee!

If pain, or want, or sharp distress, assail me in the wilderness,

O may I trust Thine arm of power
To save me in the trying hour;
And feel, when death shall set me free,
‘Tis sweet to leave it all with Thee.

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