God, My Supporter and My Hope

God

my sup­port­er and my hope

My help for ev­er near

Thine arm of mer­cy held me up

When sink­ing in des­pair.

Thy coun­sels

Lord

shall guide my feet

Through this dark wil­der­ness;

Thine hand con­duct me near Thy seat

To dwell be­fore Thy face.

Were I in Heav’n with­out my God

’Twould be no joy to me;

And whilst this earth is my ab­ode

I long for none but Thee.

What if the springs of life were broke

And flesh and heart should faint?

God is my soul’s eter­nal rock

The strength of ev­ery saint.

Behold

the sin­ners that re­move

Far from Thy pre­sence die;

Not all the id­ol gods they love

Can save them when they cry.

But draw­ing near to Thee

my God

Shall be my sweet employ;

My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad

And tell the world my joy.