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ess spirits yearn for thee Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. O Jesus, ever with us stay; Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away; Shed o'er the world thy holy light. --Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. by Ray Palmer. FRIEND OF SOULS O Friend of souls! how blest the time When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb E'en to thy tender breast! The night of sorrow endeth there, Thy rays outshine the sun; And in thy pardon and thy care The heaven of heavens is won. The world may call itself my foe, Or flatter and allure, I care not for the world--I go To this tried friend and sure. And when life's fiercest storms are sent Upon life's wildest sea, My little bark is confident Because it holdeth thee. When the law threatens endless death Upon the awful hill, Straightway from her consuming breath My soul goes higher still-- Goeth to Jesus, wounded, slain, And maketh him her home, Whence she will not go out again, And where death cannnot come. I do not fear the wilderness-- Where thou hast been before; Nay, rather will I daily press After thee, near thee, more. Thou art my food, on thee I lean; Thou makest my heart sing; And to thy heavenly pastures green All thy dear flock dost bring. And if the gate that opens there Be dark to other men, It is not dark to those who share The heart of Jesus then. That is not losing much of life Which is not losing thee, Who art as present in the strife As in the victory. To others death seems dark and grim, But not, O Lord, to me; I know thou ne'er forsakest him Who puts his trust in thee. Nay, rather with a joyful heart I welcome the release From this dark desert, and depart To thy eternal peace. --Wolfgang C. Dessler. MY LORD AND I I have a Friend so precious, So very dear to me, He loves me with such tender love, He loves so faithfully, I could not live apart from him, I love to feel him nigh; And so we dwell together, My Lord and I. Sometimes I'm faint and weary; He knows that I am weak,
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