Lone Amidst the Dead and Dying

Lone amidst the dead and dy­ing

Lord

my spir­it faints for Thee;

Longing

thirst­ing

droop­ing

sigh­ing

When shall I Thy pre­sence see?

O how al­tered my con­di­tion;

Late I led the joy­ous throng;

Beat my heart with full fru­ition

Flowed my lips with grate­ful song.

Now the storm goes wild­ly o’er me

Waves on waves my soul con­found:

Naught but bod­ing fears be­fore me

Naught but threat­en­ing foes around.

Save me

save me

O my Fa­ther!

To Thy faith­ful word I cling;

Thence

my soul

thy com­fort ga­ther;

Hope

and thou again shalt sing.