I go to Christ my Saviour
With every little need
The help He always gives me
Is wonderful indeed

I go when I am mourning
The loss of loved ones near
He speaketh words of comfort sweet,
He doth my spirit cheer

I go when I am fearing
The cruse of oil will fail
He sendeth me the needful means
And thus doth prayer prevent

Cecilia Havergal

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