Hymn to Christ
Again the Tempter comes! to thee I cling.
The old Serpent comes! I see his deadly sting;—
Hide me, Oh hide me, Christ, beneath thy sheltering wing!
Oh hold me, hold me, Lord, do not betray
Thine image; cast me not, O Christ, away,
Lest, like the nestling bird, he seize me as his prey!
Ah, that great judgment-day! And yet to go
I long; pursued each hour with woe on woe,
I find no place of rest, no refuge here below!
Thou call'st me hence;—but Oh, my faith is small;
O Christ, I am thy servant, thou my all!—
Keep me, Oh keep thine own, till the last trumpet call!
The old Serpent comes! I see his deadly sting;—
Hide me, Oh hide me, Christ, beneath thy sheltering wing!
Oh hold me, hold me, Lord, do not betray
Thine image; cast me not, O Christ, away,
Lest, like the nestling bird, he seize me as his prey!
Ah, that great judgment-day! And yet to go
I long; pursued each hour with woe on woe,
I find no place of rest, no refuge here below!
Thou call'st me hence;—but Oh, my faith is small;
O Christ, I am thy servant, thou my all!—
Keep me, Oh keep thine own, till the last trumpet call!
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