  Where shall I hide? a sad voice cried, Where shall I hide I pray, Why is it so, where e’er I go, Along my weary way, The path seems all beset with thorns No roses can I see? Where shall I hide? where shall I hide? Lo! Christ says hide in me. Oh child of sorrow, ne’er despair, Full well I loveth thee, For thee I died, so do not hide So far away from me, But look beyond this vale of tears, With faith’s unerring light, Roses you’ll see mid garlands free Along your path so bright. |
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