WHATE’ER BETIDE - G. C. Lee

Whate’er betide, Lord, help me be
Obedient to Thy Spirit’s plea.
When tempters then my soul assail
Their lures will be of no avail
For,Savior dear, I feel Thee near.
That gives me strength and calms my fear.

What fellowship,— with Thee to walk
And have a confidential talk
About the things both great and small, —
For Thou doth understand them all!
Thy symathy is balm to me;
I trustingly confide in Thee.

When sins do grieve and press me sore
Lord, let me see Thy cross once more,
That I may sense in slight degree
The agony that tortured Thee,
The wondrous love, from God above
Who did all this to set me free.

Then may I take my heavy load
Of sin and walk along the road
That leads me on to Calvary
And leave my burdens there with Thee.
For Thou didst win the fight o’er sin.
To Thee all praise and glory be.

Gunerius Christian Lee (1871-1943)