Scripture Verse

In the night His song shall be with me. Psalm 42:8


Anna L. Waring

Words: An­na L. War­ing, Hymns and Me­di­ta­tions 1850, alt.

Music: Morn­ing Song me­lo­dy from Ken­tuc­ky Har­mo­ny, by An­an­ias Da­vis­son, 1816. At­trib­ut­ed by some to El­ka­nah K. Dare (1782–1826). Har­mo­ny by C. Win­fred Doug­las (1867–1944) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

C. Winfred Douglas


Go not far from me, O my Strength,
Whom all my times obey;
Take from me anything Thou wilt;
But go not Thou away—
And let the storm that does Thy work
Deal with me as it may.

On Thy compassion I repose,
In weakness and distress:
I will not ask for greater ease,
Lest I should love Thee less.
O, ’tis a blessèd thing for me
To need Thy tenderness.

While many sympathizing hearts
For my deliverance care,
Thou, in Thy wiser, stronger love,
Art teaching me to bear—
By the sweet voice of thankful song,
And calm, confiding prayer.

Thy love has many a lighted path,
No outward eye can trace,
And my heart sees Thee in the deep,
With darkness on its face,
And communes with Thee, ’mid the storm,
As in a secret place.

O comforter of God’s redeemed,
Whom the world does not see,
What hand should pluck me from the flood,
That casts my soul on Thee?
Who would not suffer pain like mine,
To be consoled like me?

When I am feeble as a child,
And flesh and heart give way,
Then on Thy everlasting strength,
With passive trust I stay:
The roughest wind becomes a song,
The darkness shines like day.

O, blessèd are the eyes that see,
Though silent anguish show
The love that in their hours of sleep,
Unthanked may come and go;
And blessèd are the ears that hear,
Though kept awake by woe.

And happy they that learn, in Thee,
Though patient suffering teach,
The secret of enduring strength,
And praise too deep for speech;
Peace that no pressure from without,
No strife within, can reach.

There is no death for me to fear,
For Christ, my Lord, hath died;
There is no curse in this my pain,
For He was crucified.
And it is fellowship with Him
That keeps me near His side.

My heart is fixed, O God, my strength,
My heart is strong to bear:
I will be joyful in Thy love;
And peaceful in Thy care.
Deal with me, for my Savior’s sake,
According to His prayer.

No suffering while it lasts is joy,
How blest soe’er it be;
Yet may the chastened child be glad
His Father’s face to see;
And O, it is not hard to bear
What must be borne in Thee.

It is not hard to bear by faith,
In Thy own bosom laid,
The trial of a soul redeemed,
For Thy rejoicing made.
Well may the heart in patience rest,
That none can make afraid.

Safe in Thy sanctifying grace,
Almighty to restore—
Borne onward—sin and death behind,
And love and life before;
O, let my soul abound in hope,
And praise Thee more and more.

Deep unto deep may call; but I
With peaceful heart will say—
Thy loving-kindness hath a charge
No waves can take away;
And let the storm that speeds me home,
Deal with me as it may.