Thou wouldst not let Thy captive go, Thy patient love pursued me still; But can I now the loss lament, Or murmur at Thy friendly blow ? Thy friendly blow my heart hath rent From every seeming good below: Thrice happy loss! which makes me see My happiness alone in Thee. "I WILL GUIDE THEE WITH MINE EYE." HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, The sacred watchfulness impart, And stir me up to pray. My soul with Thy whole armour arm ; And show the danger near! Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealousy, And sanctifying fear. Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O save me, or I die!' If near the pit I rashly stray, The keen conviction dart: That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart. A COVERT FROM THE STORM." JESUS, refuge of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Safe into the haven guide, Then receive my soul at last. 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 staid, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head, With the shadow of Thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want; All in 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; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 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. |