Without Hm

what a mundane world it will be If we all live without his grace reccieve For pain wolud be our gain For we are not in the redemption train No one to call upon when tempest arise For sin and satan will ever chastise No hope for tomorow nor grace to stand For without hin is without his saving hand A minuite of joy and tears of a million hour Restlessness and troubles will abound for lack of his pow'r No moment to have A glimpse his glorious radiance Nor percieve his glory and etrenal fragrance What a mundane world at the end will be For those who lived without him.