| Song | Long Did I Toil And Knew |
| Album | Hymns For Lent |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Henry Francis Lyte |
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| Tags | Long Did I Toil And Knew |
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Long Did I Toil, And Knew No Earthly Rest,
Far Did I Rove, And Found No Certain Home;
At Last I Sought Them In His Sheltering Breast,
Who Opens His Arms, And Bids The Weary Come:
With Him I Found A Home, A Rest Divine,
And Since Then I Am His, And He Is Mine.
The Good I Have Is From His Stores Supplied,
The Ill Is Only What He Deems The Best;
He For My Friend, I’m Rich With Naught Beside,
And Poor Without Him, Though Of All Possessed:
Changes May Come, I Take, Or I Resign,
Content, While I Am His, While He Is Mine.
Whatever May Change, In Him No Change Is Seen,
A Glorious Sun That Wanes Not Nor Declines,
Above The Clouds And Storms He Walks Serene,
And On His People’s Inward Darkness Shines:
All May Depart, I Fret Not, Nor Repine,
While I My Saviour’s Am, While He Is Mine.
While Here, Alas! I Know But Half His Love,
But Half Discern Him, And But Half Adore;
But When I Meet Him In The Realms Above,
I Hope To Love Him Better, Praise Him More,
And Feel, And Tell, Amid The Choir Divine,
How Fully I Am His, And He Is Mine.
