’Tis Him Alone, I Need

Sometimes the sha­dows o’er me fall

I grope in vain a light to see

When in my heart a voice doth say—

O trou­bled one

come un­to Me.

I hear His voice

and to Him go

And find in Him a friend in­deed

Could I re­fuse His ten­der plea?

No

no

’tis Him alone I need.

The voice still pleads in ac­cents low

But still I lin­ger—O so weak—

Can I re­sist that voice so sweet?

No

no

’tis peace and rest I seek.

So I will glad­ly heed His call

And let Him with me ev­er say

For He alone can give me life

And light along my heav’n­ly way.