1 Stranger and a pilgrim here below,
I turn for refuge, LORD, to Thee.
You know my every want and woe;
O smite my foes, and rescue me!
2 Your name is Love – for that name's sake,
Sustain and cheer my sinking soul.
You see me low, and poor, and weak:
O speak the Word, and make me whole.
3 Help, LORD! Let all my foes perceive,
'Tis Thine to comfort or condemn.
With Thee to bless me and relieve,
I little heed reproach from them.
4 Arise, then, on my soul arise!
Thy sheltering wings around me cast!
And all that now afflicts or tries,
Shall work my peace, O LORD, at last.
Source: Psalms of Grace #109a