There’s None Like Thee, O Lord
By Miss Jewsbury
In the dark winter of affliction’s hour,
When summer friends and pleasures haste away,
And the wrecked heart perceives how frail each power
It made a refuge, and believed a stay;
When man all mild and weak is seen to be—
There’s none like thee, O Lord! there’s none like thee!
Thou, in adversity, canst be a sun;
Thou hast a healing balm, a sheltering tower,
The peace, the truth, the life, the love of one,
Nor wound, nor grief, nor storm can overpower
Gifts of a king—gifts frequent and yet free—
There’s none like thee, O Lord! there’s none like thee!
—Miss Jewsbury.