Where Is My Savior Now?

Where is my Sav­ior now

Whose smiles I once pos­sessed?

Till He re­turn

I bow

By hea­vi­est grief op­pressed:

My days of hap­pi­ness are gone

And I am left to weep alone.

Where can the mourn­er go?

And tell his tale of grief?

Ah

who can soothe his woe

And give him sweet re­lief?

Earth can­not heal the wound­ed breast

Or give the trou­bled sin­ner rest.

Jesus

Thy smiles im­part;

My dear­est Lord

re­turn

And ease my wound­ed heart

And bid me cease to mourn;

Then shall this night of sor­row flee

And peace and Heav’n be found in Thee.