But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.
H, that the Lord would guide my ways
To keep His statutes still!
Oh, that my God would grant me grace
To know and do His will!
2 Order my footsteps by Thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
3 Assist my soul, too apt to stray,
A stricter watch to keep;
And, should I e'er forget Thy way,
Restore Thy wand'ring sheep.
4 Make me to walk in Thy commands;
'Tis a delightful road:
Nor let my lips, or heart, or hands
Offend against my God.
shall we be slaves,
And in our fetters lie,
When summon'd by a voice divine
T'assert our liberty?
2 Did the great Saviour bleed,
Our freedom to obtain ?
And shall we trample on His blood,
And glory in our chain?
3 Shall we go on to sin,
Because Thy grace abounds;
Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all His wounds?
4 Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,
That those for whom Thy Son has died
In vice are lost and dead.
5 The man that durst despise
The law that Moses brought,
Behold! how terribly he dies
For his presumptuous fault.
6 But sorer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,
Who hate to hear when Jesus calls,
And dare resist His grace.
UR times are in Thy hand:
O God, we wish them there;
Our life, our friends, our souls we leave
Entirely to Thy care.
2 Our times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
3 Our times are in Thy hand:
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
4 Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus, the Crucified;
The hand our many sins have pierced,
Is now our guard and guide.
5 Our times are in Thy hand:
We'll always trust on Thee,
Till we have left the weary land,
And all Thy glory see.
H, for a faith that will not shrink,
Though press'd by ev'ry foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!-
2 That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chast'ning rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Will lean upon its God; -
3 A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt; -
4 That bears unmoved the world's dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That seas of trouble cannot drown,
Nor Satan's arts beguile;
5 A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till Life's last hour is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying bed.
6 Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whate'er may come,
We'll taste, e'en here, the hallow'd bliss
Of an eternal home.
JESUS, Lover of my soul,
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 is 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 stay'd,
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:
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
NAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares;
Its aid in ev'ry duty brings,
And softens all my cares;
2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.
3 The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain.
5 Shows me the precious promise seal'd
With my Redeemer's blood;
And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.
6 There, there unshaken would I rest,
Till this vile body dies,
And then on faith's triumphant wings
At once to glory rise.
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