The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer.@Psalm 18:2
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Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Fan­ny Cros­by, in Wel­come Tid­ings, by Ro­bert Low­ry, How­ard Doane & Ira D. San­key (New York: Big­low & Main, 1877), num­ber 82.

W. How­ard Doane (🔊 pdf nwc).

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W. Howard Doane (1832–1915)

A short time ago, about twelve o’clock one fros­ty Sa­tur­day night, when the keen win­ter wind was driv­ing all in­doors who had a home, a poor wo­man, in ut­ter mis­e­ry and des­pair, was pac­ing up and down along the Thames, writes a friend in Eng­land. “She had wan­dered in­to a mis­sion hall dur­ing the ev­en­ing and had rest­less­ly come out, car­ry­ing no re­mem­brance of an­y­thing that had been said; but these lines from a hymn still sound­ed in her ears: I’ve wan­dered far away o’er moun­tains cold

She cried aloud: But there is no de­liv­er­er for me. Ve­ry soon she was met by some Chris­tian work­ers, who were spend­ing the night in seek­ing to gath­er in such out­casts as she. They took her to a home. The hu­man ten­der­ness re­vealed to her the di­vine love. If strang­ers had thus re­ceived her and cared for her, would not her heav­en­ly Fa­ther, whose love she had heard of, take her? Thus she was led to the feet of Je­sus, and to find that her sins were ma­ny and all for­giv­en. She said, Things since then have been up and down with me, but I have nev­er lost the peace I found that morn­ing.

Sankey, pp. 126–27

O hear my cry, be gracious now to me,
Come, Great Deliverer, come;
My soul bowed down is longing now for Thee,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.

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I’ve wandered far away o’er mountains cold,
I’ve wandered far away from home;
O take me now, and bring me to Thy fold,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.

I have no place, no shelter from the night,
Come, Great Deliverer, come;
One look from Thee would give me life and light,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.

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My path is lone, and weary are my feet,
Come, Great Deliverer, come;
Mine eyes look up Thy loving smile to meet,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.

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Thou wilt not spurn contrition’s broken sigh,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.
Regard my prayer, and hear my humble cry,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.

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