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A COVERT FROM THE STORM."

Jesus, refuge of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high : Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide,

Then receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me :All my trust on Thee is staid,

All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head,

With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want ;

All in all in Thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind ! Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within :Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee ; Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.

"IF THAT BY ANY MEANS I MIGHT ATTAIN TO THE

RESURRECTION OF THE DEAD."

Thou God of glorious majesty,
To Thee, against myself, to Thee,

A worm of earth, I cry:
An half-awakened child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,

A sinner born to die!

Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,

Secure, insensible :
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,

Or shuts me up in hell.

O God, mine inmost soul convert !
And deeply on my thoughtless heart

Eternal things impress :
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness.

Before me place in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When Thou with clouds shalt come,
To judge the nations at Thy bar ;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,

To meet a joyful doom?

Be this my one great business here,
With godly jealousy and fear

Eternal bliss t'insure :
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,

And to the end endure.

Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live

And reign with Thee above! Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

"I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY.

No, I would not always live,
Always sin, repent, and grieve,
Always in my dungeon groan,
Always serve a God unknown;
Or if Thou appear'st to me,
Darkly through a glass I see,
Know in part, and deeply mourn,
Till I to Thy arms return.

Pardoned, still for sin I grieve,
Never can myself forgive ;
Weeping, tho' my heart were pure,
Would I to the end endure ;
Still lament, and daily die,
Till my Saviour from the sky
Wipe the gracious tears away,
Bear me to eternal day.

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