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A man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.-ISAIAH xxxii. 2.

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than 1.-Psalm Ixi. 2.

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Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

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

O receive my soul at last !

Other refuge have I none;

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

Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stay'd,

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.


When, overwhelm'd with grief,

My heart within me dies,
Helpless and far from all relief,

To heaven I lift mine eyes.

O lead me to the Rock

That's high above my head,
And make the covert of Thy wings

My shelter and my shade.

Within Thy presence, Lord,

For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the Tower of my defence,

The Refuge where I hide.

My soul shall cry to Thee, O Lord !
To Thee, supreme, incarnate Word!
My Rock and Fortress, Shield and Friend,
Creator, Saviour, Source, and End !
And Thou wilt hear Thy servant's prayer,
Though death and darkness speak despair..

Ah! why by passing clouds opprest,
Should vexing thoughts distract my breast ?
Turn, turn to Him in every pain,
Whom never suppliant sought in vain ;
Thy strength in joy's extatic day,
Thy hope where joy hath passed away.


Thou art our Refuge: in the day
Of trouble Thou art still our stay ;
Thy name, in which is power sublime,
A shelter in the needful time.


Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake!
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake ;
We sing the Saviour of our race,
The Lamb, our shield and hiding-place.

When God's right arm is bar'd for war,
And thunders clothe His cloudy car,
Where, where, oh where! shall man retire,
T'escape the horrors of His ire ?

'Tis He, the Lamb, to whom we fly,
While the dread tempest passes by ;
God sees His well-beloved's face,
And spares us in our hiding-place.

Thus, while we dwell in this low scene,
The Lamb is our unfailing screen ;
To Him, though guilty, still we run,
And God still spares us for His Son.

While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow ;
Fall’n, abject, mean, a sentenc'd race,
We deeply need a hiding-place.

Yet courage-days and years will glide,
And we shall lay these clods aside;
Shall be baptiz'd in Jordan's flood,
And wash'd in Jesus' cleansing blood.

Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
We thro’ the Lamb shall be decreed ;
Shall meet the Father face to face,
And need no more a hiding-place!


Now I have found the blessed ground,

Where my soul's anchor may remain,
The Lamb of God, who for my sin,

Was a propitiation slain :
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head,

Tho' strength, and health, and friends be gone; Though joys be wither'd all, and dead,

Tho' every comfort be withdrawn ; Steadfast on this my soul relies, Father! Thy mercy never dies. Fixed on this ground will I remain,

Tho' my heart fail, and flesh decay ; This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away, Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love.


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