Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me!
212.
P. M.
Mrs. Follen.
Lord, to Whom Shall We Go?
1 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?