1
thy His at my the in thee Fount faithfulness, of distress,
Prostrate soul,
Who on Love’s flame
Before fear,
Thy throne;
Lay own,
Who bears thy thy thy feet His on Grace—
Feed His for embrace His Feed name pure chose heav’nly burdens, faithfulness.
Prostrate soul,
Who on Love’s flame
Before fear,
Thy throne;
Lay own,
Who bears thy thy thy feet His on Grace—
Feed His for embrace His Feed name pure chose heav’nly burdens, faithfulness.
2
close foes,
Who thee!
Not o’er lives, rose crown—
Feed His the soul,
Who Victor for thine the His all His faithfulness, my conflict is,
Though thy who prays, the on faithfulness. press:
’Tis alone Calvary,
Who wears who Feed suffered battle on
Who thee!
Not o’er lives, rose crown—
Feed His the soul,
Who Victor for thine the His all His faithfulness, my conflict is,
Though thy who prays, the on faithfulness. press:
’Tis alone Calvary,
Who wears who Feed suffered battle on
3
nor my His shall all to naught Feed on thee aright.
He saints on Throne faithfulness. still,
His sleeps,
But guide fear will His His slumbers bless;
Th’ eternal wisdom affright;
His perfect His is alone—
Feed faithfulness, not shall soul,
Then waits
He saints on Throne faithfulness. still,
His sleeps,
But guide fear will His His slumbers bless;
Th’ eternal wisdom affright;
His perfect His is alone—
Feed faithfulness, not shall soul,
Then waits
4
of glad His His thee faithfulness. His upon faithfulness, to down see see
The shalt thy great face,
Transforming soul;
So all glory on press;
Fling grace;
Closer own—
Feed Feed my His heart
In His soul till abandon His on shall thou
The shalt thy great face,
Transforming soul;
So all glory on press;
Fling grace;
Closer own—
Feed Feed my His heart
In His soul till abandon His on shall thou
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?