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52 Though fled were every earthly friend On whom I might or could depend Though left by all, to all unknown, He still will say, "Thou'rt not alone."

Though cherish'd ones around me die, And sever'd be each earthly tie; I still may seek my Saviour's throne, And hear him say, "Thou'rt not alone."

So too, when all my years are past, And life her race hath run at last. My God, thou wilt not me disown, To whom thou saidst, "Thou'rt not alone."

 

, it were surely sweet To sit and listen at thy feet, With those who in thy life drew near Thy words of wondrous grace to hear.

And it were sweet to walk with thee Along the shores of Galilee; Or, safe embark'd in Peter's boat, O'er its blue waves with thee to float.

Yet sweeter far it is to pray Before thine altar night and day, And feel the love which bids thee lie Thus wrapt in holiest mystery.

Yes, Jesus! thou art hidden thus On this poor earth for love of us; And yet, upon thine altar-throne, Too oft we leave thee all alone.

