"He Holdeth Our Soul in Life. " |
891. L. M. John Fawcett. "He holdeth our soul in life." 1 O God, my helper, ever near! Crown with thy smile the present year; Preserve me by thy favor still, And fit me for thy sacred will. 2 My safety, each succeeding hour, Depends on thy supporting power: Accept my thanks for mercies past, And be my guard, while life shall last. 3 My moments move with winged haste, Nor know I which shall be the last: Danger and death are ever nigh, And I this year perhaps may die. 4 Prepare me for the trying day; Then call my willing soul away: I'll quit the world at thy command, And trust my spirit to thy hand.
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