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,
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.
"To whom shall we go but unto thee."
UST as I am,—without one plea,
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
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above-
O Lamb of God, I come.
"I flee unto thee to hide me."
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,
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,
For I am weary and opprest; I come to cast myself on thee:
Thou art my Rest.
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.
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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