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Hide me, O my Father, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;

0, receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none;

Helpless hangs my soul on thee;
Leave, 0, 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 God, art all I want ;

Boundless love, through Christ, I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;
Reign, O Lord, within my heart;
Reign to all eternity.

163. L. M. Sir Walter Scott.

Imploring the constant Presence of God. 1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved,

Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father's God before her moved,

An awful Guide in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th' astonished lands

The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands

Returned the fiery column's glow.
3 Thus present still, though now unseen,

When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray!

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4 And 0, when gathers on our path,

In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou, long suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light !

164. L. M. Browne.

For the Guidance of the Holy Spirit.
1 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With light and comfort from above;
Be thou our Guardian, thou our Guide;

O’er every thought and step preside. 2 The light of truth to us display,

And make us know and choose thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may not depart.

3 Lead us to holiness, the road

That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from his precepts stray.

4 Lead us to God, our final rest,

In his enjoyment to be blest;
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

165. 108 M. Dr. Johnson.

Imploring Divine Light. 1 0 Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides,

Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer the clouded mind with light divine !

2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast

With silent confidence and holy rest;
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,
Path, motive, guide, original, and end.

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1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows !
I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose.
My heart is pained ; nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hinderances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

3 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in thee:
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend ?

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share ?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.

167. S. M. FURNESS

My Soul thirsteth for God.1 HERE in a world of doubt,

A sorrowful abode,
O, how my heart and flesh cry out

For thee, the living God ! 2 I know thy joys, O Earth,

The sweetness of thy cup;
Oft have I mingled in thy mirth,

And trusted in thy hope.

3 But ah, how woes and fears

Those hollow joys succeed !
That cup of mirth is mixed with tears;

That hope is but a reed.

4 What have I then below,

Or what but thee on high ?
Thee, thee, O Father, would I know,

And in thee live and die !

168. L. M. J. F. OBERLIN.

Clinging to God.
1 0 LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,

And fix my frail, inconstant heart :
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.

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2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy:
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;

Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And wheresoe'er my lot may be,

Still shall my spirit cleave to thee. 4 Renouncing every earthly thing,

And safe beneath thy spreading wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee.


169. S. M. Watts.

Seeking God.
1 My God, permit my tongue

This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail

To taste thy love divine.
2 For life, without thy love,

No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,

To serve and please the Lord.
3 Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence

My cheerful hope relies.
4. The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps :
I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.


170. L. M. 61. Moravian.

Living to God.
1 0, DRAW me, Father, after thee;

So shall I run and never tire :
With gracious words still comfort me;
Be thou my hope, my sole desire :

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