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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,
A worm of earth, I cry:
A sinner born to die!
Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
Secure, insensible :
Or shuts me up in hell.
O God, mine inmost soul convert !
Eternal things impress :
And wake to righteousness.
Before me place in dread array,
When Thou with clouds shalt come,
To meet a joyful doom?
Be this my one great business here,
Eternal bliss t'insure :
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,
Pardoned, still for sin I grieve,