8,4,8,4,8 I am alone, yet not alone, For Thou art near: I cannot see Thy loving face, But I can hear The cheering promise of Thy grace. Thou wilt not leave me in the dark When falls the night; For round my path and in my soul Thou art the Light To guide me with Thy sweet control. No want can steal my rich supplies Of love and peace; For though I lack what others hold, My stores increase With heavenly gifts more rare than gold. And Thou wilt bear me all life through, And in the end Wilt still abide what Thou hast been, My constant Friend, And take me where Thy face is seen. |