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.
3 One only way the erring mind
Of man, short-sighted man, can find,
From inbred sin to fly:
Stronger than love, I fondly thought
Death, only death, can cut the knot,
Which love cannot untie.
4 But thou, O Lord, art full of grace;
Thy love can find a thousand ways
To foolish man unknown:
My soul upon thy love I cast;
I rest me, till the storm be past,
Upon thy love alone.
5 Thy faithful, wise, almighty love,
Still every stumbling-block remove,
And make an open way:
Thy love shall burst the shades of death,
And bear me from the gulf 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.
2 Defend me in this trying hour;
My sure protection be;
My shelter from the tempest's power,
Till I am fix'd on thee.
30 set upon thyself my feet,
And make me surely stand;
From fierce temptation's rage and heat
Protect me with thy hand.
4 Now let me in the cleft be placed;
Nor my defence remove;
Within thine arms of love embraced,-
Thine arms of endless love.
The shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
NO Son of man, I fly;
OW to the haven of thy breast,
Be thou my refuge and my rest,
For O! the storm is high.
2 Protect me from the furious blast;
My shield and shelter be:
Hide me, my Saviour, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.
3 As welcome as the water-spring
Is to a barren place,
Jesus, descend on me, and bring
Thy sweet, refreshing grace.
4 As o'er a parch'd and weary land,
A rock extends its shade,
So hide me, Saviour, with thy hand,
And screen my naked head.
5 In all the times of my distress
Thou hast my succour been;
And in my utter helplessness,
Restraining me from sin;
6 How swift to save me didst thou move
In every trying hour;
O still protect me with thy love,
And shield me with thy power.
12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.
A shelter from the storm.
CAVIOUR, now in me perform
The work thou hast begun;
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shadow from the sun:
Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint,
Till thou the' abiding Spirit breathe:
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of thy death.
2 Never shall I want it less
When thou the gift hast given,
Fill'd me with thy righteousness,
And seal'd the heir of heaven;
I will trust in thee, my God,
Till I thy perfect glory see;
Till the sprinkling of thy blood
Shall speak me up to thee.
The Lord is my refuge.
THY is my heart with grief oppress'd!
Can all the pains I feel or fear,
Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest-
Forget that God, thy God, is near!
2 Hast thou not often call'd the Lord
Thy refuge, thy almighty friend!
And canst thou fear to trust that word
On which thy hopes of heaven depend!
3 Lord, form my temper to thy will;
If thou my faith and patience prove,
May every painful stroke fulfil
Thy purposes of faithful love.
4 O may this weak, this fainting mind,
A Father's hand, adoring, see:
Confess thee just, and wise, and kind,,
And trust thy word, and cleave to thee.
Trial and faith of Abraham.
ABRAHAM, when severely tried,
His faith by his obedience show'd;
He with the harsh command complied,
And gave his Isaac back to God.
2 His son the father offer'd up,-
Son of his age, his only son;
Object of all his joy and hope,
And less beloved than God alone.
3 for a faith like his, that we
The bright example may pursue;
May gladly give up all to thee,
To whom our more than all is due.
4 Is there a thing than life more dear!
A thing from which we cannot part!
We can'; we now rejoice to tear
The idol from our bleeding heart. 5 Jesus, accept our sacrifice;
All things for thee we count but loss; Lo! at thy word our idol dies,
Dies on the altar of thy cross.
6 For what to thee, O Lord, we give,
A hundred-fold we here obtain;
And soon with thee shall all receive,
And loss shall be eternal gain.
OD of my strength, in thee alone A refuge from distress I see; O why hast thou thine aid withdrawn Why hast thou, Lord, forsaken me! 20 let thy light my footsteps guide, Thy love and truth my spirit fill; That in thy house I may reside, And worship at thy holy hill.
8 Then will I at thine altar bend;
My harp its softest notes shall raise,
And from my lips to heaven ascend
The song of thankfulness and praise.
4 Why then, my soul, art thou cast down! Why art thou anxious and distress'd! Hope thou in God, his mercy own,
For I shall yet enjoy his rest.
Trusting in the mercy of God.
WHY, O my soul, O why depress'd,
And whence thine anxious fears!
Let former mercies fix thy trust,
And check thy rising tears.
2 Affliction is a stormy deep,
Where wave succeeds to wave; Though o'er my head the billows sweep, I know the Lord can save.
3 His grace and mercy trust, my soul,
Nor murmur at his rod :
In vain the waves of trouble roll,
While he is still thy God.
All-sufficiency of His grace.
JESUS, my Lord, my God,
Thy promise I embrace;"
And hail, beneath the Father's rod,
Thy all-sufficient grace.
2 My oft-repeated prayer
The kindest answer gains,
When, by thy gracious aid, I bear
Life's keen and varied pains.
3 Should dread of want oppress,
And men or fiends assail,-
Infirmities my frame oppress,
And earthly comforts fail,-
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