In The Desert Of Sorrow And Sin


written by Henry R. Trickett

In the desert of sorrow and sin,
Lo! I faint as I journey along;
With the warfare without and within,
See my strength and my hope nearly gone.I thirst, let me drink,
Of the live-giving stream let me drink;
‘Tis the Rock, cleft for me,
‘Tis the water, the water of life.In my weakness I turn to the fount,
From the Rock that was smitten for me;
And I drink, and I joyfully count
All my trials a blessing to be.O Thou God of compassion, I pray,
Let me ever abide in Thy sight;
Let me drink of the fount day by day,
Till I join Thee in mansions of light.