1 O Lord, how full of sweet content
Our years of pilgrimage are spent!
Where'er we dwell, we dwell with Thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
2 To us remains nor place nor time;
Our country is in every clime!
We can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
3 While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with our God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
4 Could we be cast where Thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote we call,
Secure of finding God in all.
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First Line: | O Lord, how full of sweet content |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Care; Christians: their life and experience; Fruits of the Spirit: patience and resignation(2 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Guyon |