Hymn from eHymnBook.org
This world’s a dreary wilderness,
Where turbid waters flow;
No blooming flowers of paradise,
But thorns profusely grow.
We lose our friends, our wealth decays,
And life is full of pain;
For various good we wait and wish,
But wish and wait in vain.
Our hand outstretched to seize the prize,
The phantom flies away;
And leaves us to relentless grief,
An unexpected prey.
Jesus our Saviour, now to thee,
With hasty step we come;
Our only refuge here below,
And our eternal home.
‘Midst rising winds and beating storms,
Reclining on thy breast,
We find in thee a hiding place,
And here securely rest.
Where turbid waters flow;
No blooming flowers of paradise,
But thorns profusely grow.
We lose our friends, our wealth decays,
And life is full of pain;
For various good we wait and wish,
But wish and wait in vain.
Our hand outstretched to seize the prize,
The phantom flies away;
And leaves us to relentless grief,
An unexpected prey.
Jesus our Saviour, now to thee,
With hasty step we come;
Our only refuge here below,
And our eternal home.
‘Midst rising winds and beating storms,
Reclining on thy breast,
We find in thee a hiding place,
And here securely rest.
Benjamin Beddome
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