I thank thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice! 5. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Thee will I love beneath thy frown Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod: What though my flesh and heart decay, Thee will I love in endless day! CXXXVIII. ON DELIVERANCE. From the Collection of R. Tighe, Esq. 1. O THOU who, when I did complain, Didst all my griefs remove; My Saviour, do not now disdain 2. Since thou a pitying ear didst give I'll call 3. Pale death, with all his ghastly train, My soul encompass'd round: Anguish and sin, and dread and pain 4. To Thee, the Lord of life, I pray'd And did for succour flee: 'O save (in my distress I said) 'A soul that trusts in thee!' 5. How good Thou art, how large thy grace How easy to forgive! The helpless thou delight'st to raise, 6. Then, thou my soul, be never more CXXXIX. THOU HIDDEN SOURCE. Words from the same. Music, St. Basil. And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame, I flee for help to Thy great name. 2. Jesus! my all in all thou art, My rest in toil, my ease in pain, In war my peace, in loss my gain: In weakness my almighty power, My light in Satan's darkest hour: CXL. THE BILLOWS SWELL. Music, as 93rd Psalm, Mel. Sac. (without Hallelujah.) Words from the same Collection. 1. THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky: Out of the depths to Thee I call; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2. Great Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Controul the waves; say, "Peace, be still." 3. Amidst the roaring of the sea My soul still hangs her hope on Thee; 4. Dangers of every shape and name Who leave the world's deceitful shore 5. Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek: Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shatter'd bark again! CXLI. WHEN, GRACIOUS LORD. O dark, dark, dark, (I still must say) 2. Thee, only thee, I fain would find, Or Or make me senseless of my load And leave me to my broken heart :- CXLII. SECOND PART. 5. WHOM man forsakes Thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive: Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to Thee are known. |