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Or lifted up my sinking head ;-
Thy ruling providence I see ;
And still direct my paths to thee.
But to my loving Saviour's breast !
And safe beneath thy wings to rest.
But thou, O Christ, my wisdom art :
But thou art greater than my heart.
Lead me a way I have not known;
Paternal love I see.
Thy gracious hand I bless;
For my unfaithfulness.
And graciously reprove :
Thy ways are truth and love.
On thee, when sorrows rise,
My fainting hope relies. 9 To thee I tell my grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
For every pain I feel.
I fear to call thee mine;
And all my hopes decline.
Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Though prostrate in the dust. 1765 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.
Smarting under the rod. NATHER, if thou must reprove
For all that I lave done, Not in anger, but in love,
Chastise thine humbled son. Use the rod, and not the sword;
Correct with kind severity; Bring me not to nothing, Lord,
But bring me home to thee. 2 True and faithful as thou art
To all thy church and me, Give a new, believing heart,
That knows, and cleaves to, thee; For when we our hearts resign,
O Jusus, to be fill'd with thee, Thou art ours, and we are thine,
Through all eternity!
Or needlessly reprove;
The tokens of thy love.
And answer their intent,
Be zealous, and repent.
5th P. M. 4 lines Ts.
Still supply my every want;
Take the everlasting praise.
4th P. M. 886, 886. God a very present help in trouble.
GOD, thy faithfulness I plead :
I claim the promise now.
2 Where is the way? ah, show me where, That I thy mercy may declare,
The power that sets me free: How can I my destruction shun! How can I from my nature run!
Answer, O Lord, for me.
From inbred sin to fly :
Which love cannot untie.
To foolish man unknown:
Upon thy love alone.
And make an open way: Thy love shall burst the shades of death, And bear me from the gull beneath,
To everlasting day.
The Lord is my rock, THOU rock of my salvation, haste;
Extend thine ample shade; And let it over me be cast,
To screen my naked bead.
My sure protection be;
Till I am fix'd on thee.
3 0 set upon thyself my feet,
And make me surely stand;
Protect me with thy hand.
Nor my defence remove;
Thine arms of endless love.
For O! the storm is high.
My shield and shelter be:
The storm of sin I see.
Is to & barren place,
Thy sweet, refreshing grace.
A rock extends its shade,
And screen my naked bead.
Thou hast my succour been;
Restruining me from sin;
In every trying hour;
And shield me with thy power.