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L. M.
Lord, to whom shall we go?
John 6:68.
Thou only Sovereign of my heart,
My Refuge, my almighty Friend—
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe
One glimpse of happiness afford?
3 Eternal life thy words impart;
On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth’s alluring joys combine;
While thou art near, in vain they call!
One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
5 Thy name my inmost powers adore;
Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
Depart from thee—’tis death—’tis more—
’Tis endless ruin, deep despair!
6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life, is thine.
Mrs. Steele.