Into the grief-broke heart, and with the light
Of heavenly love mak'st it serene and bright;
Ah! who that can thy blessings call his own,
Would deem himself, with thee, forsaken or alone?
Alone! no, never! Jesus still is near;
Friendless we cannot be with Him our friend—
Our counsellor—although deserted here
By all who to that cherished name pretend—
His friendship, like Himself, shall have no end;
And for our solace freely is bestowed,