Sir Robert Grant

  • When gathering clouds around I view,
    And days are dark, and friends are few,
    On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
    Experienced every human pain;
    He sees my wants, allays my fears,
    And counts and treasures up my tears.

    If aught should tempt my soul to...

  • Saviour, when in dust to Thee
    Low we bend the adoring knee;
    When, repentant, to the skies
    Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,—
    O, by all Thy pains and woe
    Suffered once for man below,
    Bending from Thy throne on high,
    Hear our solemn litany!...