STRANGER and pilgrim here below,

STRANGER and pilgrim here below, I turn for refuge, Lord, to Thee; Thou know'st my every want and woe; Oh, smite my foes, and rescue me!

Thy name is love; for that name's sake Sustain and cheer my sinking soul; Low as I am, and poor, and weak, One word of Thine can make me whole.

Help, Lord! let all my foes perceive, ' Tis Thine to comfort or condemn; With Thee to bless me and relieve, I little heed reproach from men.

Arise then, on my soul arise; Thy sheltering wings around me cast: And all that now afflicts or tries Shall work my peace, O Lord, at last.