Words: Henry Francis Lyte, 1793–1847

Music: Lowell Mason, 1824

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Stranger and pilgrim here below,
I turn for refuge, Lord, to Thee,
aware of every want and woe,
relieve my trials, and rescue me.

Now, Lord, in love and kindness speak,
sustain and cheer my sinking soul;
low as I am, and poor, and weak,
one word of Thine can make me whole.

Help, Lord! may all my foes perceive,
I have a heav'nly strength and stay;
with Thee to bless me and relieve,
I can endure the hardest way.

Now make my soul with joy arise,
Thy shelt'ring wings around me cast;
cause all that now afflicts or tries,
to work my good, O Lord, at last.