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2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home; ' And nearer to our rest above
We ev'ry moment come. i 3 God's grace will to the end,
Through all our journey shine;
Shall quench His love divine.
And foes our course molest;
And on His Name to rest. 5 Ah! why should guilty fears
Rob us of rest and peace?
Confirm' our full release.
In a Storm.
And clouds o'ercast my wintry sky
My fears are great, my strength is small, 2 O LORD, the pilot's part perform,
And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill;
Control the waves; say, “Peace, be still." 3. Amidst the roaring of the season riu..
the roaring of the sea, who
4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name
Attend the follow'rs of the LAMB, .
5 Though tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck,
1 GOD of my life, to Thee I call;
Afflicted at Thy feet I fall:
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
A That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst Thou not hear, and answer pray'ri But a pray'r-hearing, answ'ring. Gov, Supports me under ev'ry load.
5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me;
I have an Advocate with Thee :
6 Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot, ;
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
olds the helm, and guides the ship: pread the sails, and catch the breezes Sent to waft us through the deep,
To the regions
2 Could we stay where death was hov'ring?
Could we rest on such a shore?
We forsake it;
3 Though the shore we hope to land on,
Only by report is known;
And with JESUS,
4. Led by that, we brave the ocean';
Led by that, the storms defy;
Waves obey Him,
5 Render'd safe by His protection,
We shall pass the wat'ry waste;
And with wonder
6 0! what pleasures there await us!
There the tempests cease to roar;
1 JESU, 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 be past; Safe into the haven guide;
O 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;
Make and keep me pure within.
Freely let me take of Thee: Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Struggle between Faith and Unbelief.
In Thee, believing, we rejoice: .