O lovely Man! none can with thee compare,
My hiding place from every wind that blows;
In Thee my heart is freed from anxious care,
I know, Thy love to me unceasing flows.

My covert from the wild and stormy blast,
Whose fury would my trusting soul alarm;
In Thee I shelter ’till the storm is past,
Safe in Thy keeping nought can do me harm.

From Thee the living streams of life abound,
Whose healing waters make the spirit whole;
Who drink of Thee eternal life have found,
And ne’er again shall thirst the longing soul.

Thou Rock of ages, here I find sweet rest,
Beneath Thy shadow in a weary land,
A pilgrim on my way, supremely blest,
To that sweet Home which love for me has planned.

W.E. Earl

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