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4 And he who died hath risen again,
Triumphant from the grave;

At God's right hand for us he pleads,
Omnipotent to save.

"I will put thee in a clift of the rock."

OCK of Ages, cleft for me,

ROCK

Let me hide myself in thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone.

3 Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace:
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee.

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"To whom shall we go but unto thee."

UST as I am,—without one plea,

JUST

But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.

2 Just as I am,-and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.

3 Just as I am,-though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come.

4 Just as I am,-poor, wretched, blind-
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.

5 Just as I am,-thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come.

6 Just as I am,-thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.

7 Just as I am,-of that free love

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The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above-

O Lamb of God, I come.

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"I flee unto thee to hide me."

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ESU, lover of my soul,

JESU,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none,

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Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! 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.

3 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.

"Whom have I in heaven but thee?"

ESUS, my Saviour! look on me,

JESUS,

For I am weary and opprest;
I come to cast myself on thee:

Thou art my Rest.

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2 Look down on me, for I am weak,
I feel the toilsome journey's length;
Thine aid omnipotent I seek:
Thou art my Strength.

3 I am bewilder'd on my way,

Dark and tempestuous is the night;
O send thou forth some cheering ray:
Thou art my Light.

4 When Satan flings his fiery darts,
I look to thee; my terrors cease;
Thy cross a hiding-place imparts:
Thou art my Peace.

5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink,
In that tremendous latest strife,
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink:
Thou art my Life.

6 Thou wilt my every want supply,
E'en to the end, whate'er befall;
Through life, in death, eternally,
Thou art my All.

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It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
"Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,—
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought:
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

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