Nor have I aught wherein to trust,
But where thou art, Lord, I would be,
O God, be merciful to me!
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The love of Christ constraineth.
2 Cor. 5:14.
Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.