"And a Man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest."

[ESUS, lover of my soul,

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Let me to Thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!

2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past:
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!

3 Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee!
Leave, ah! leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me!

4 All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing!

5 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind!

6 Just and holy is Thy name

I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

7 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin:

Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within!

8 Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity!

LOVE Divine, how sweet Thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by Thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me!

2 Stronger His love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable:

The firstborn sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height.

3 God only knows the love of God:
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine:
This only portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine this better part.

4 O that I could for ever sit

With Mary at the Master's feet!

Tune-Martyrdom, 121.

"The Lord, which is my refuge."

EAR Refuge of my weary soul,

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On Thee, when sorrows rise,

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

3 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine:
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul will cleave to Thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.

5 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? And shall I seek in vain?

And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain?

6 No! still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer;

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O may I ever find access,

To breathe my sorrows there!

7 Thy mercy-seat is open still,

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Here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will, And wait beneath Thy feet.

"O God, Thou art my God; early will I seek thee." GOD! Thou art my God alone:

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Early to Thee my soul shall cry;

A pilgrim in a land unknown,

A thirsty land whose springs are dry.

2 O that it were as it hath been,

When, praying in the holy place,
Thy power and glory I have seen,

And marked the footsteps of Thy grace!

3 Yet through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God: Thy hand unseen upholds my ways; I safely tread where Thou hast trod. 4 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed,

Thy presence makes the darkness light; Thy guardian wings are round my head. 5 Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with Thee.

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My soul shall still in God rejoice:
My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.

"Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.' HEARD the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon My breast!"

I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad;

I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

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Behold, I freely give

The living water; thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live!"

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"I am this dark world's light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."

I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk,
Till travelling days are done.

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Tune-Aurelia, 247. 7,6,7,6 double.

Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sus

tain thee."

LAY sins on Jesus,
my

The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus,
All fulness dwells in Him;
He healeth my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.

3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.

4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's Holy Child;

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"The Desire of all nations." 1OME, Thou long-expected Jesus,

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Born to set Thy people free; From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in Thee.

2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, Hope of all the saints Thou art; Dear Desire of every nation,

Joy of every longing heart.

3 Born Thy people to deliver;

Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever;
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.

4 By Thine own Eternal Spirit

Rule in all our hearts alone:
By Thine all-sufficient merit
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

Tune-Lubeck, 276.

2 When new triumphs of Thy name
Swell the raptured songs above,
May I feel the kindred flame,
Full of zeal and full of love.
3 Fountain of o'erflowing grace,
Freely from Thy fulness give;
Till I close my earthly race,
May I prove it Christ to live.
4 Firmly trusting in Thy blood,
Nothing shall my heart confound;
Safely I shall pass the flood,
Safely reach Immanuel's ground.
5 When I touch the blessèd shore,
Back the closing waves shall roll;
Death's dark stream shall never more
Part from Thee my ravished soul.
6 Thus, O thus, an entrance give
To the land of cloudless sky!
Having known it Christ to live,
Let me know it gain to die:

7 Gain to part from all my grief; Gain to bid my sins farewell; Gain of all my gains the chiefEver with the Lord to dwell!

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Tune-St. James, 146.

"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life."

THOU art the Way; by Thee alone

From sin and death we flee;

And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.

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