1. JESU, 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, 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, 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. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to pardon 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.
1. SEE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and wither'd, to the ground, Thus to thoughtless mortals calling With a sad and solemn sound:'Sons of Adam-once in Eden,
Where, like us, he blighted fellHear the lesson we are reading; Mark the awful truth we tell!
2. Ye, on length of days presuming, Who the paths of pleasure tread, View us,-late in beauty blooming,- Number'd now among the dead." On the tree of life eternal
Oh let all our hopes be laid: This alone, for ever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
1. JESU, 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, 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, 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. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to pardon 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.
1. SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and wither'd, to the ground, Thus to thoughtless mortals calling With a sad and solemn sound:'Sons of Adam-once in Eden,
Where, like us, he blighted fellHear the lesson we are reading;
Mark the awful truth we tell!
2. Ye, on length of days presuming, Who the paths of pleasure tread, View us,-late in beauty blooming,- Number'd now among the dead." On the tree of life eternal
Oh let all our hopes be laid: This alone, for ever vernal, Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
Hail, Abraham's God and ours!
We join the heav'nly lays;
Thine are the heavens, with all their powers,
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