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“ UNDER HIS WINGS SHALT THOU TRUST.”
THERE is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace ;
O be that refuge mine!
The least and feeblest there may bide
Uninjured and unawed;
He rests secure in God.
The angels watch him on his way
And aid with friendly arm ; And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.
He feeds in pastures large and fair
Of truth and love divine :
How rich a lot is thine !
A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call, An honoured life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!
"WHAT REWARD SHALL I GIVE UNTO THE LORD?
DARK was my lot, and long it spurned
The poor reliefs that man could give ;
And bade me see, believe, and live.
O what return can I bestow,
Bestow, my God, on mighty Thee !
In tenfold blessings back on me?
Be mine to own Thy gentle sway,
To live, to die, to Thee alone;
But Him who made me twice His own?
Him will I praise; heart, hand, and tongue,
To Him shall daily offerings bring; I'll dwell His ransomed train among,
The Lamb's high song with them to sing ; Till I shall join a brighter choir, And lend a theme to every lyre.
" ABIDE WITH US:-FOR THE DAY IS FAR SPENT.
ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide ;
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day!
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
Come, not in terrors, as the King of kings ;