Poems (Ryan)/Dear Saviour, to Thee

by Mary C. Ryan

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.