Berean Christadelphian Hymns

H159

SONG NUMBER H159

 When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I'll lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain:
He feels our griefs, He sees our fears,
He trod Himself the vale of tears.

When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies;
May He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
My sorrows soothe, my weeping stay,
And wipe the burning tears away.

When sorrowing over some stone I bend.
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
My Saviour sees the tear I shed,
For He did weep over Lazarus dead.

And oh! when I have safely passed
Thru every conflict but the last,
Still may He keep a watch beside
My bed of death (for He has died),
And close my eyes in hope and trust
Of rising glorious from the dust.
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