Lord, make Thy love so true to me
That I in Thee my all may know:
Give me from all around to flee,
And to Thy Breast for safety go;
And, hidden there, secure from harm,
Lean on Thine own Almighty Arm.

Lord, in that place of strength and rest
Safe and secure, and trusting Thee,
(Of portions, Jesus, this is best,)
Mine may its sweetness ever be,
And, never wandering from Thy care,
Find all my satisfaction there.

A. D. S.