The Savior and I

THE SAVIOR AND I
The Savior and I are in troth:
That amidst a storm He never shall forsake,
And I His mercies shall ever seek;
All His love and grace both,
He never shall withhold from His child.

And the feebly I can I shall keep His word,
Finding in it His abiding will
To be His and serve him still,
Till I leave this alien world.

His grace shall be my goal
Though I from time to time shall fall;
With knees upon the ground
I shall ever request another pardon and round.

All those His name passionately called,
He allowed Himself be found;
His help he’s never withheld
From them that pray with unceasing sounds!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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