1 JESUS, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the waters near me 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:

Oh, receive my soul at last!

2 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 stayed,

All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head

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Christ a Sufficient Saviour.

1 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.
Just and holy is thy name;

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

Thou art full of truth and grace.

2 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover 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.

1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty Friend! And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes dépend? 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go,

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A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? 3 Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives: Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine;

While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord! outweighs them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life, my joy, my care: Depart from thee! 't is death, 't is

If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he who felt temptation's power
Will guard me in that dangerous hour.
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
And, oh! when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away!

3 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail,

My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the vail.

4 From strife of tongues, and bitter words, My spirit flies to thee;

Joy to my heart the thought affords,
My Saviour died for me!

5 And when thine awful voice commands This body to decay,

And life, in its last lingering sands,
Is ebbing fast away;

6 Then, though it be in accents weak,
My voice shall call on thee,

And ask for strength in death to speak, My Saviour died for me.

Though hot the fight, why quit the fieid?
Why should I either flee or yield,
Since Jesus is my mighty Shield?

2 Though all the flocks and herds were dead,
My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread.
I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows and will provide.

3 Though sin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I dare address.
For Jesus is my righteousness.
Against me earth and hell combine,
But on my side is power divine:
Jesus is all, and he is mine.

1 EVERLASTING arms of love
Are beneath, around, above:
He who left his throne of light,
And unnumbered angels bright;

2 He who on th' accursed tree
Gave his precious life for me-
He it is that bears me on,
His the arm I lean upon.

3 He who now, enthroned above,
Still retains his heart of love,
Marking still each falling tear
Of his burdened pilgrims here;
4 He who wields creation's rod,
He my Brother, yet my God;
Faithful he, whate'er betide,
Is my everlasting Guide!

5 All things hasten to decay,
Earth and seas will pass away;
Soon will yonder circling sun
Cease his blazing course to run.

6 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, But the Changeless cannot change: Gladly will I journey on,

With his arm to lean upon.

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1 WHY should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempest's power? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

1 CAST thy burden on the Lord; Lean thou only on his word: Ever will he be thy stay,

Though the heavens shall melt away.

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Be my covert here:
Oh, shield me with thy might,
Saviour, ever dear!

4 And when I come to die,
Saviour, ever near,
Receive my parting sigh;
In the hour of fear,
Be to my spirit nigh,
Saviour, ever dear!

1 ALWAYS with us, always with us Words of cheer and words of love; Thus the risen Saviour whispers, From his dwelling-place above.

2 With us when we toil in sadness, Sowing much and reaping none; Telling us that in the future

Golden harvests shall be won.

3 With us when the storm is sweeping
O'er our pathway dark and drear;
Waking hope within our bosoms,
Stilling every anxious fear.

4 With us in the lonely valley,
When we cross the chilling stream;
Lighting up the steps to glory
With salvation's radiant beam.

Yes, o'er me, o'er me he watcheth,
Ceaseless watcheth, night and day;
Yes, ev'n me, ev'n me he snatcheth
From the perils of the way.

Yes, for me he standeth pleading,
At the mercy-seat above;
Ever for me interceding,

Constant in untiring love.

Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth
Joys unearthly, love and light;
And to cover me he spreadeth
His paternal wing of might.
5 Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth;
I in him, and he in me!
And my empty soul he filleth,
Here and through eternity.

6 Thus I wait for his returning,

Singing all the way to heaven: Such the joyful song of morning, Such the tranquil song of even.

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"The Rock of my strength."

1 REJOICE, ye saints, rejoice and praise The blessings of redeeming grace! Jesus, your everlasting tower,

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Stands firm against the tempest's power.

2 He is a refuge ever nigh;

His love endures as mountains high;
His name 's a rock, which winds above,
And waves below, can never move.

3 While all things change, he changes not;
He ne'er forgets, though oft forgot;
His love will ever be the same;
His word, enduring as his name.

4 Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise
The blessings of this wondrous grace!
Jesus, your everlasting tower,

Can bear, unmoved, the tempest's power.

1 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe;
When our bitter tears o'erflow;
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Saviour, hear!

2 Thou our feeble flesh hast worn;
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne;
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Gracious Saviour, hear!

3 When the heart is sad within,
With the thought of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Saviour, hear!

4 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known;
Though the sins were not thine own,
Thou hast deigned their load to bear:
Gracious Saviour, hear!

5 When our eyes grow dim in death;
When we heave the parting breath;
When our solemn doom is near,
Gracious Saviour, hear!

6 Thou hast bowed the dying head;
Thou the blood of life hast shed;
Thou hast filled a mortal bier:
Gracious Saviour, hear!

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1 WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
IIis heart is made of tenderness
It melts with pitying love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Foured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness! arise;
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear!
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see —
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiant Sun divine! Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.

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1. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death!
Rise on us, thyself revealing,

Rise and chase the clouds beneath.
2 Thou, of heaven and earth Creator!
In our deepest darkness rise;
Scatter all the night of nature;

Pour the day upon our eyes.
3 Still we wait for thine appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor, benighted heart.

4 By thine all-sufficient merit,

Every burdened soul release; Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into thy perfect peace.

1 WHEN marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone, the Saviour, speaks:
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3 Once on the raging seas I rode:

The storm was loud, the night was dark The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose!

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm, and danger's thrall,

It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and for evermore,

"Let there be light," God said, And there was light!

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2 There hung a deeper gloom O'er quick and dead,

But Jesus burst the tomb,
And darkness fled,

The Star- the Star of Bethlehem!

Infinite Worth of Christ.

hlehem!

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1 INFINITE excellence is thine, Thou glorious Prince of grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays.