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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;
While thousands fall on every side,

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 :
O child of God ! O glory's heir,

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 ;
Till God my wayward spirit turned,

And bade me see, believe, and live.
Then flowed my tears, then woke my tongue,
And loud His grace to sinners sung.

O what return can I bestow,

Bestow, my God, on mighty Thee !
What can I give, that will not flow

In tenfold blessings back on me?
How rich on earth Thy cup of love !
How richer still the fount above !

Be mine to own Thy gentle sway,

To live, to die, to Thee alone;
Whom should I love, and whom obey,

But Him who made me twice His own?
Who formed me by His living breath ?
Who rescued me from sin and death ?

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 ;
The darkness deepens : Lord, with me abide !
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day!
Earth's joys grow dim ; its glories pass away :
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come, not in terrors, as the King of kings ;
But kind, and good, with healing in Thy wings :
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me!

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