Though fled were every earthly friend
On whom I might or could depend
Though left by all, to all unknown,
He still will say, "Thou'rt not alone."
Though cherish'd ones around me die,
And sever'd be each earthly tie;
I still may seek my Saviour's throne,
And hear him say, "Thou'rt not alone."
So too, when all my years are past,
And life her race hath run at last.
My God, thou wilt not me disown,
To whom thou saidst, "Thou'rt not alone."
42. Hymn to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.
O Jesu, it were surely sweet
To sit and listen at thy feet,
With those who in thy life drew near
Thy words of wondrous grace to hear.
And it were sweet to walk with thee
Along the shores of Galilee;
Or, safe embark'd in Peter's boat,
O'er its blue waves with thee to float.
Yet sweeter far it is to pray
Before thine altar night and day,
And feel the love which bids thee lie
Thus wrapt in holiest mystery.
Yes, Jesus! thou art hidden thus
On this poor earth for love of us;
And yet, upon thine altar-throne,
Too oft we leave thee all alone.
