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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