‘Tis in Thy love’s demesne that I remain,
Though seeing grace from none I must withstand.
To look on exiled me I pray Thou deign,
For in this land, with Thee is all command.
‘Tis in Thy love’s demesne that I remain,
Though seeing grace from none I must withstand.
To look on exiled me I pray Thou deign,
For in this land, with Thee is all command.