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Lord, to whom shall we go.
John 6:68.
When our purest delights are nipt in the blossom,
When those we love best are laid low;
When grief plants in secret her thorn in the bosom,
Deserted—“to whom shall we go?”
2 When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,
And tears of despondency flow:
When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,
Despairing—“to whom shall we go?”
3 Where the sad, thirsty soul turns away from the springs
Of pleasure this world can bestow,
And sighs for another, and flatters its wings,
Impatient—“to whom shall we go?”
4 O blest be that light which has parted the clouds,
And a path to the pilgrim can show;
That pierces the vail which the future enshrouds,
And tells us to whom we shall go!