Thursday, September 08, 2005

WHEN FROM MY LIFE THE OLD TIME JOYS HAVE VANISHED,
TREASURES ONCE MINE I MAY NO LONGER CLAIM,
THIS TRUTH MAY FEED MY HUNGRY HEART, AND FAMISHED:
LORD, YOU REMAIN HERE! YOU ARE STILL THE SAME!

WHEN STREAMS HAVE DRIED, THOSE STREAMS OF GLAD REFRESHING,
FRIENDSHIPS SO BLEST, SO RICH, SO FREE;
WHEN SUN-KISSED SKIES GIVE PLACE TO CLOUDS DEPRESSING,
LORD, YOU REMAIN HERE! STILL MY HEART HAS THEE!

WHEN STRENGTH HAS FAILED, AND FEET, NOW WORN AND WEARY,
ON HAPPY ERRANDS MAY NO LONGER GO,
WHY SHOULD I SIGH, OR LET THE DAYS BE DREARY?
LORD, YOU REMAIN HERE! COULD YOU MORE BESTOW
?

THUS THROUGH LIFE'S DAYS, WHOEVER OR WHAT MAY FAIL ME.
FRIENDS, FRIENDSHIPS, JOYS, IN SMALL OR GREAT DEGREE,
SONGS MAY BE MINE, NO SADNESS NEED ASSAULT ME,
LORD YOU REMAIN HERE! STILL MY HEART HAS THEE!
J. DANSON SMITH

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