Could drive away before it.
When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,
Dost on me e'er so lightly lay,
I know not how t' endure it.
Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He
Who art all—all belongs to Thee,
And live and move I ever
In Thee—if Thou me terrifi'st,
No store of grace to help suppli'st
I can recover never.