Tune:  O, God our help in ages past…  (Isaac Wats)

You are the Heaven´s sweet foretaste,

Above all worldly charm,

To you, o Lord, I make my haste,

In you there´s health and balm!

You are when I feel sick and poor,

The Shepherd of my soul,

In you I find my only cure,

That always makes me whole!

Whatever be my deepest need,

That you to me reveal,

You do surpass each man made creed,

My sorrows you do heal!

I stumble, yet in grace I stand,

For you don´t let me down,

Lo, in your arms I always land,

I there shall never drown!

O, teach me sin´s deceit to shun,

To Christ my eyes will look,

so I the race may boldly run

Led by my Bible book!

July 13, 2021 - jn