That I May Win Christ

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ALL through this desert dry
My path His footsteps trace,
And He doth all my need supply
In this sad empty place.
Up to the Father there
Doth He attract my heart;
Doth make this earth a desert drear,
And draw me quite apart.

In Christ I find repose,
Nor follow him in vain;
My soul no loss, nor sorrow knows,
When He Himself's my gain.
Possessions of this life
Can but a hindrance be;
His power, so great, with mercy rife,
From these things sets me free.

Thus joyful, bright, and free,
I take the heavenly road,
My soul vibrates with melody,
My song is ever-God.
Though long and hard the road,
Faith's eyes are on the goal;
He uses trials for my good,
And thus preserves my soul.

If sometimes I may sigh,
While walking all alone,
Yet never can my heart reply
That comfort I have none.
To Thee I have recourse,
When sorrow fills my soul,
Thy staff and rod are my resource,
To comfort and console.

Oh! What amazing grace!
To know Thee here below,
To this grand end Thy steps I trace,
And onward, upward, go.
Thy face I soon shall see,
O mighty Savior, there,
I have in Thee full victory,
And shall Thy glory share!