Anna Laetitia Waring (Анна Летиция Уоринг)

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Go not far from me, O my God,
Whom all my times obey;
Take from me anything Thou wilt,
But go not Thou away,
And let the storm that does thy work
Deal with me as it may.

On thy compassion I repose
In weakness and distress:
I will not ask for greater ease,
Lest I should love Thee less.
Oh, 'tis a blessed thing for me
To need thy tenderness.

When I am feeble as a child,
And flesh and heart give way,
Then on thy everlasting strength
With passive trust I stay,
And the rough wind becomes a song;
The darkness shines like day.

Deep unto deep may call, but I
With peaceful heart can say,
Thy loving-kindness hath a charge
No waves can take away:
Then let the storm that speeds me home
Deal with me as it may.

1. O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest
2. My Savior, on the Word of Truth
3. My Heart Is Resting, O My God
4. Sweet Is the Solace of Thy Love
5. Dear Savior of a Dying World

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