Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears.
3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o'er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
I THOU Only Sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty friend-
And can my soul from Thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Eternal life Thy words impart,
On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart
Than all the round of nature gives.
3 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.
4 Low at Thy feet my soul would lie,
Here safety dwells, and peace divine:
Still let me live beneath Thine eye,
For life, eternal life, is Thine.
I To heaven I lift mine eyes;
From God is all my
aid-
The God who built the skies,
And earth and nature made:
God is the tower to which I fly;
His grace is nigh in every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes, which never sleep,
Shall Israel keep when dangers rise.
3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there :
Thou art my sun, and Thou my shade,
To guard my head by night or noon.
4 Hast Thou not pledged Thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath :
I'll go and come, nor fear to die,
Till from on high Thou call me home.
I UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And fixed as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,
That leans, O Lord, on Thee!
2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love,
That every saint surround.
3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of Paradise,
Where Christ, the Lord, is gone.
I WHEN, overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 O lead me to the Rock
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of Thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within Thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear Thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.
I WHEN sins and fears, prevailing, rise,
And fainting hope almost expires,
To Thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes;
To Thee I breathe my soul's desires.
2 Art Thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort, die?
"Tis fixed on Thine almighty word;
That word which built the earth and sky.
If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here I may build and rest secure.
4 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: BLESSEDNESS.
I BEHOLD, what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestowed,
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
2 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made,
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
3 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,
Send down Thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
5 We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall "Abba, Father," cry,
And Thou the kindred own.
I BLESSED are the sons of God,
They are bought with Jesus' blood;
They are ransomed from the grave,
Life eternal they shall have;
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
2 They are justified by grace;
They enjoy a solid peace;
All their sins are washed away;
They shall stand in God's great day;
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
3 They have fellowship with God,
Through the Mediator's blood;
One with God, through Jesus one,
Glory is in them begun;
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
I BLESSED fountain, full of grace !
Grace for sinners, grace for me,
To this source alone I trace
What I am, and hope to be.
2 What I am, as one redeemed,
Saved and rescued by the Lord,
Hating what I once esteemed,
Loving what I once abhorred.
What I hope to be ere long,
When I take my place above;
When I join the heavenly throng;
When I see the God of love.
4 Then I hope like Him to be,
Who redeemed His saints from sin,
Whom I now obscurely see,
Through a vail that stands between.
5 Blessed fountain, full of grace!
Grace for sinners, grace for me;
To this source alone I trace
What I am, and hope to be.
I BLEST are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs ;
Their soul is Christ's abode.
2 The Lord, who left the heavens
Our life and peace to bring,
To dwell in lowliness with men,
Their pattern and their King :
3 He to the lowly soul
Doth still Himself impart;
And for His dwelling and His throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.
4 Lord, we Thy presence seek;
May ours this blessing be;
Give us a pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee.
I CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
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