Yet were the Lord’s grace to be withdrawn, we should surely be disobedient and perish in our sins. Keep us, good Lord; keep us evermore.
I knew thee in the land of drought,
Thy comfort and control,
Thy truth encompass’d me about,
Thy love refresh’d my soul.
And if thine alter’d hand doth now
My sky with sunshine fill,
Who amid all so fair as thou?
Oh let me know thee still:
Still turn to thee in days of light,
As well as nights of care,
Thou brightest amid all that’s bright!
Thou fairest of the fair!