Though Sorrows Rise and Dangers Roll

Though sor­rows rise

and dan­gers roll

In waves of dark­ness o’er my soul

Though friends are false and love de­cays

And few and ev­il are my days

Though con­science

fierc­est of my foes

Swells with re­mem­bered guilt my woes

Yet e’en in na­ture’s ut­most ill

I love Thee

Lord! I love Thee still!

Though Si­nai’s curse

in thun­der dread

Peals o’er mine un­pro­tect­ed head

And me­mo­ry points

with bu­sy pain

To grace and mer­cy giv­en in vain

Till na­ture

shrink­ing in the strife

Would fly to hell to ’scape from life

Though ev­ery thought has pow­er to kill

I love Thee

Lord! I love Thee still!

Oh

by the pangs Thy­self has borne

The ruf­fi­an’s blow

the ty­rant’s scorn;

By Sin­ai’s curse

whose dread­ful doom

Was bur­ied in Thy guilt­less tomb;

By these my pangs

whose heal­ing smart

Thy grace hath imp­lant­ed in my heart;

I know

I feel

Thy boun­te­ous will!

Thou lov­est me Lord! Thou lov­est me still!