Not a Great Gadsby

I've posted a couple of hymns included in a volume called Gadsby's Hymns. This time, I'm posting one of my own hymns.

Abba, Father!

Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8.
Tune: Darwall (Rejoice, the Lord is King)

Along life’s pilgrim way,
Adversity in view,
The Lord will guide my steps,
His Word, my compass true.
To Thee I fly.
Thou wilt draw nigh and hear me,
“Abba, Father!” cry.

When loneliness surrounds,
No friend stands by my side,
My God will not forsake;
He constantly abides.
To Thee I fly.
Thou wilt draw nigh and hear me,
“Abba, Father!” cry.

The enemy prowls ‘round,
My life he would devour.
But my Defense is sure,
My Shield, my Refuge, Tow’r.
To Thee I fly.
Thou wilt draw nigh and hear me,
“Abba, Father!” cry.

When darkness shrouds my soul,
And grief my heart impales,
My Comforter speaks, “Peace.”
His balm has never failed.
To Thee I fly.
Thou wilt draw nigh and hear me,
“Abba, Father!” cry.

When life and breath shall cease,
The last of tears are shed,
I’ll triumph in the Lord;
For this, my Savior bled.
To Thee I fly,
Forever with the saints will
“Abba, Father!” cry!

Joan Jordan
© 2006