In sweet communion, Lord, with Thee
I constantly abide;
My hand Thou holdest in Thy own
To keep me near Thy side.
Thy counsel through my earthly way
Shall guide me and control,
And then to glory afterward
Thou wilt receive my soul.
Whom have I, Lord, in heav'n but Thee,
To whom my tho'ts aspire?
And, having Thee, on earth is nought
That I can yet desire.
Tho' flesh and heart should faint and fail,
The Lord will ever be
The strength and portion of my heart,
My God eternally.
To live apart from God is death,
'Tis good His face to seek;
My refuge is the living God,
His praise I long to speak.
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