Supply Thy servant’s need, and make
Her soul of heavenly food partake,
For still, O Lord,
I trust Thy word,
“I’ll never leave thee, nor forsake.”
XXV.
POLICEMAN’S HYMN.
In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o’er me,
Supply Thy servant’s need, and make
Her soul of heavenly food partake,
For still, O Lord,
I trust Thy word,
“I’ll never leave thee, nor forsake.”
In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o’er me,