1 God, my Supporter and my Hope,
My Help for ever near,
Thine Srm of Mercy held me up,
When sinking in Despair.
2 Thy Counsels, Lord, shall guide my Feet
Through this dark Wilderness;
Thine Hand conduct me near thy Seat,
To dwell before thy Face.
3 Were I in Heav'n without my GOD,
'Twould be no Joy to me;
And whilst this Earth is my Abode,
I long for none but Thee.
4 What if the Springs of Life were broke,
And Flesh and Heart should faint,
GOD is my Soul's eternal Rock,
The Strength of ev'ry Saint.
5 Behold, the Sinners that remove
Far from thy Presence die;
Not all the Idol Gods they love
Can save 'em when they cry.
6 But to draw near to Thee, my GOD,
Shall be my sweet Employ;
My Tongue shall sound thy Works abroad,
And tell the World my Joy.
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First Line: | GOD, my Supporter and my Hope |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Topic: | Prosperity dangerous; Providence: its mystery unfolded |
Notes: | Public Domain. |