Hide me, O my Savior, 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, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring:
Cover my defenseless 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;
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.
OD of ages, great and mighty!
Who upholdest heaven and earth;
By whose truth and tender mercy
I have been led on from birth,
Night and sleep now pass away-
Welcome be Thy holy day.
2 For this day so fair and holy,
Be Thou by my spirit blest,
Through Thy Word still nearer heaven
Guide my spirit toward its rest:
Than the work of praise and prayer
Let me know no higher care.
30 the beauty of Thy service!
O the sweetness of Thy Word!
Sweeter far than honey gathered
From the flower by bee or bird:
Blessed all, who day and night
Make Thy word their chief delight.
4 0 my God, speak Thou the Amen!
For we are Thy chosen own;
Be Thy praise by all exalted,
And Thy glorious name made known,
Till for aye we may, through grace,
See and serve Thee face to face.
GAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.
20 what a night was that which wrapped
A sinful world in gloom!
O what a Sun that broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung:
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand, thousand lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
OD, who madest earth and heaven,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Who the day and night hast given,
Sun and moon and starry host,
All things wake at Thy command,
Held in being by Thy hand.
2 God, I thank Thee, in Thy keeping,
Safely have I slumbered here;
Thou hast guarded me while sleeping
From all danger, pain, and fear:
And the cunning of my foe
Hath not wrought my overthrow.
3 Let the night of sin that shrouded
All my life, with this depart;
Shine on me with beams unclouded:
Jesus in Thy loving heart
Are my help and hope alone,
For the evil I have done.
4 Help me as the morn is breaking,
In the spirit to arise,
So from careless sloth awaking,
That when o'er the aged skies
Shall the morn of doom appear,
may see it free from fear.
5 Lead me, and forsake me never,
Guide my wand'rings by Thy Word: As Thou hast been, be Thou ever My defence, my refuge, Lord. Never safe except with Thee, Thou my faithful Guardian be!
6 O my God, I now commend me
Wholly to Thy mighty hand:
All the powers that Thou dost lend me
Let me use at Thy command;
Thou my boast, my strength divine,
Keep me with Thee, I am Thine.
7 Thus afresh with each new morning
Save me from the power of sin,
Hourly let me feel Thy warning
Ruling, prompting all within,
Till my final rest be come,
And Thine angel bear me home.
MY heart with deep emotion
Gives thanks to Thee and praise,
In early morn's devotion,
And throughout all my days;
O God, upon Thy throne!
To honor and adore Thee,
I bring my praise before Thee
Through Christ, Thine Only Son.
2 For, 'twas Thy grace that o'er me
Kept vigil through the night,
And 'twas Thy arm that bore me
Safe through to morning light.
To Thee my prayer I raise;
Wherein I did offend Thee,
Do Thou forgive; defend me
In all my future days.
3 My life, my soul,--defend them!
My wife, child, goods, and home,-
To Thy hand I commend them,
From Thee these blessings come.
Thy bounteous hand bestows
My household and my treasures,
My parents, friends, and pleasures;
Through Thee my cup o'erflows.
4 God shall do my advising,
Whose might with wisdom blends;
May He bless rest and rising,
My efforts, means, and ends!
To God, forever blessed,
Will I with mine confide me,
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