5 Crosses and changes are their lot,
Long as they sojourn here;
But, since their Saviour changes not,
What have His saints to fear?
ESU! lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy refuge 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,
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 defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 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.
4 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;
up within my
Rise to all eternity!
OH comfort to the distressed!
To lean, when life is dreary,
Upon the Saviour's breast:
Amidst its cares and sorrows,
To feel Him always nigh;
While earth a radiance borrows,
From hopes beyond the sky.
2 O sweetness beyond measure!
To taste the Saviour's love!
And know our choicest treasure
Is safe with Him above:
To prove His care, how tender!
His providence, how wise!
Our Guardian and Defender,
Whose goodness never dies.
3 O Saviour meek and lowly!
Our never-failing friend!
Teach us to trust Thee wholly,
And on Thy grace depend:
In mercy watching o'er us,
Whene'er our feet may stray,
With gentle love restore us,
And lead us in Thy way.
4 When sorrows, Lord! o'ertake us,
Thy promises are sure;
Thou never wilt forsake us,
Thy mercies still endure:
Soon may we stand before Thee,
And see Thee face to face,
Where saints with joy adore Thee,
And ever sing Thy praise.
1 WEARY of wandering long,
My sore heart saith,
Show me Thy way, O Lord!
Teach me Thy path."
I thought these weary feet
Straightway would find
All rough and rugged paths
Left far behind.
2 But as I onward passed
The way grew steep,
And black clouds gathered fast,
And skies did weep.
And darkness seemed to hide
The toilsome road;
Amazed, again I cried,
"Thy way, O God!"
3 A lamp unto my feet,
God's word did prove,
A still small voice and sweet
Spoke thus in love :
“Whoso through night and day
God's way pursues,
Him shall He teach the way
That He should choose."
4 Then since He chose for me This rugged path,
My hand in His shall be
With steadfast faith:
Each step this darksome night
Is bringing me
Still nearer to the bright
1. WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
"Tis sweet to look beyond the cage,
And long to fly away:
Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above:
2 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own:
Sweet to reflect how grace
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember that His blood
My debt of suffering paid :
3 Sweet in His righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death:
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit's quickening breath;
Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust His firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His :
4 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,
That, when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home:-
If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from Thee!
1 WHY should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's power?
Tesus vouchsafes to be my tower!
When creature comforts fade and die,
Worldlings may weep-but why should I?
Jesus still lives, for ever nigh!
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 may 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!
Though faint my prayers, and cold my love,
My stedfast hope shall not remove :
For Jesus intercedes above!
ever with the Lord! Amen! so let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
"Tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul! how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye
Thy golden gates appear!
Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
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