Poems (Ryan)/Dear Saviour, to Thee
DEAR SAVIOUR, TO THEE.
Dear Saviour, to Thee, to Thy bosom I would fly, When dark flows the tide of despair; Sheltered there, I could those billows defy, And my soul no danger would fear.
And Saviour, to Thee, to Thy bosom I would fly, When gay are the highways of earth; Clinging close to the cross when temptations are nigh, My soul would be guided by truth.
Whatever betides, to Thy bosom I would fly, To find there a refuge of peace, Where the Lord wipes ev'ry tear from the eye, And bids the soul's tempest to cease.