‘Tis Not For Me Alone

                                                (A Hymn)

There is an eye that seeth me

     Whene’er I stoop to sin;

It pierceth through my every shield,

     And seeth all within.

There is an ear that heareth me

     Whene’er I speak an ill;

But heareth far more willingly

     Whene’er I speak his will.

There is a voice that telleth me

     The broad and righteous way;

And O, it calleth tenderly

     To keep me from astray.

There is an arm that keepeth me,

     I cannot fall from grace;

It holdeth firm my weakened flesh

     From Satan’s quick embrace.

There is a hand that leadeth me

     O’er chasms wide and deep;

It resteth on my heated brow,

     And guardeth all my sleep.

There is a heart that loveth me,

     Tho’ all the world forsake;

It shareth all my burdens free,

     And calmeth every ache.

             Chorus

But O, the blessed thought of all:

     ‘Tis not for me alone;

It is for thee, poor, weary soul,

     If thou will but atone.

Nov. 12, ‘91