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CHRISTIAN EXERCISES.
5 If thou ever didst discover
To my faith the promised land,
Bid me now the stream pass over ;
On the heavenly border stand.
Now surmount whate’er opposes :
Into thy embrace I fly ;
Speak the word thou spak’st to Moses
Bid me ‘get me up and die.’
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Christ a covert from the. tempest.
1 T ESUS, lover 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,
Till the storm of life is 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, oh I 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.
3 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.
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