Unto you…which believe He is precious.@1 Peter 2:7

Kate Ulmer, in Song Praises, by Charles H. Gabriel (Carbondale, Illinois: Egyptian Publishing, 1906), number 158, alt.

Meerut Winnie M. Gabrielson (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Winnie M. Gabrielson (1877–1949)

O my Savior, Thou art precious!
Precious in life’s darkest hour;
Tho’ mine eyes have never beheld Thee,
Yet my life has felt Thy power.
In the deepest, darkest midnight,
Bound by chains of death and sin,
Thou, the great and strong Deliverer,
Liberty and life didst win.

O my Savior, Thou art precious!
When the storms of sorrow break,
When the heart with anguish quivers,
And our faith no song can wake.
Then how sweetly comes the message—
Cast thy every care on Me!
I have carried all thy sorrows,
All thy griefs have borne for thee.

O my Savior, Thou art precious!
When the tempter would ensnare,
And my flesh, so weak and sinful,
Fain would lend a listening ear;
Then Thy Spirit’s gentle pleading
Falls upon my wavering heart,
Bringing faith’s shield to remembrance,
Which can quench each fiery dart.

Precious Savior, ever so precious,
Dearer far than all to me;
Tho’ mine eyes have never beheld Thee,
Yet, some day, Thy face I’ll see.
How my heart with joy shall quiver,
How my ransomed tongue will sing,
When in all Thy wondrous beauty
I behold my Savior King!