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Enter into the clefts, and rest
In Jesu's wounds secure.

Jesus, to Thee we fly,

From the devouring sword;
Our city of defence is nigh;

Our help is in the Lord.

Or, if the scourge o'erflow,

And laugh at innocence,
Thine everlasting arms, we know,

Shall be our souls' defence.

We in Thy word believe,

And on Thy promise stay;
Our life, which still to Thee we give,

Shall be to us a prey:

Our life with Thee we hide,

Above the furious blast,
And shelter'd in Thy wounds abide,

Till all the storms are past.

Believing against hope,

We hang upon Thy grace,
Through every lowering cloud look up,

And wait for happy days;

The days when all shall know

Their sins in Christ forgiven,
And walk awhile with God below,

And then fly up to heaven.

(648) L.M. Montgomery. 1882.

IT is the Lord !—Behold His hand
Outstretched with an afflictive rod!
And hark! a voice goes through the land,

"Be still and know that I am God."
Shall we, like guilty Adam, hide

In darkest shades our darker fears?
For who His coming may abide?

Or who shall stand when He appears?
No,—let us throng around His seat;

No,—let us meet Him face to face;

Prostrate our spirits at His feet,
Confess our sins, and sue for grace.

4 Who knows but God will hear our cries,

Turn swift destruction from our path,
Restrain His judgments, or chastise
In tender mercy, not in wrath?

5 He will, He will—for Jesus pleads;

Let heaven and earth His love record;
For us, for us, He intercedes;

Our help is nigh :—it is the Lord!

<JJO (661) Ij.m. Doddridge. 1755.

GREAT God of heaven and nature, rise,
And hear our loud united cries;
See Britain bow before Thy face,
Through all her coasts, and seek Thy grace.

2 No arm of flesh we make our trust;

Nor sword, nor horse, nor ships we boast;
Thine is the land, and Thine the main:
Without Thee, force and skill are vain.

3 Our guilt might draw Thy vengeance down On every shore, on every town:

But view us, Lord, with pitying eye,
And lay Thy lifted thunder by.

4 Forgive the follies of our times,

And purge our land from all its crimes:
Reform'd and deck'd with grace divine,
Let princes, priests, and people shine.

999 8s&7». (1827.)

DREAD Jehovah! God of nations!
From Thy temple in the skies,
Hear Thy people's supplications
Now for their deliverance rise.
Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
Fasting, praying, weeping, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,

Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding;

Jesu's blood can cleanse them all;
Let that mercy veil transgression,

Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save Thy people from oppression,

Save from spoil Thy holy place.

1UUU (646) 4-8s&2-6s. C. Wesley. 1756.

HOW happy are the little flock,
Who, safe beneath their Guardian-Rock,
In all commotions rest!
When war's and tumult's waves run high,
Unmoved above the storm they lie,
They lodge in Jesu's breast.

2 Such happiness, O Lord, have we,
By mercy gathered into Thee,

Before the floods descend:
And while the bursting cloud comes down,
We mark the vengeful day begun,

And calmly wait the end.

3 The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,

And bid our hearts arise:
Earth's basis shook confirms our hope;
Its cities' fall but lifts us up,

To meet Thee in the skies.

4 Thy tokens we with joy confess:

The war proclaims the Prince of Peace;

The earthquake speaks Thy power;
The famine all Thy fulness brings;
The plague presents Thy healing wings,

And Nature's final hour.

5 Whatever ills the world befall,

A pledge of endless good we call—
A sign of Jesus near:

His chariot will not long delay;

We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,

Triumphant Lord, appear!
Appear with clouds on Sion's hill,
The word and mystery to fulfil,

Thy confessors to' approve,
Thy members on Thy throne to place,
And stamp Thy name on every face,

In glorious, heavenly love!


1001 L.M. C. Wesley. 1740.

LORD of the wide, extended main,
Whose power the wind, the sea, controls,
Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,
Whose Spirit leads believing souls:

2 For Thee we leave our native shore,

(We, whom Thy love delights to keep,)
In other climes Thy works explore,
And see Thy wonders in the deep.

3 'Tis here Thine unknown paths we trace,

Which dark to human eyes appear;
While through the mighty waves we pass,
Faith only sees that God is here.

4 Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine,

We own Thy way is in the sea.
O'erawed by majesty Divine,
And lost in Thy immensity.

5 Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,

Thine everlasting truth we prove;
Amazing heights of boundless power,
Unfathomable depths of love.

100/^ L.M. C. Wesley. 1740.


INFINITE God, Thy greatness spann'd These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo! in the hollow of Thy hand

The measured waters sink and rise!

2 Thee to perfection who can tell!

Earth, and her sons beneath Thee lie,
Lighter than dust within Thy scale,
And less than nothing in Thine eye.

3 Yet, in Thy Son, divinely great,

We claim Thy providential care;
Boldly we stand before Thy seat,
Our Advocate hath placed us there.

4 With Him we are gone up on high,

Since He is ours, and we are His;
With Him we reign above the sky,
We walk upon our subject seas.

5 We boast of our recovered powers,

Lords are we of the lands and floods;
And earth, and heaven, and all is ours,
And we are Christ's, and Christ is God's!

1003 L.M. C. Wesley. 1740.

In a Storm.

GLORY to Thee, whose powerful word,
Bids the tempestuous wind arise,
Glory to Thee, the sovereign Lord

Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies!

2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,

And seas Thine awful will perform: From them we learn to own Thy sway, And shout to meet the gathering storm.

3 What though the floods lift up their voice,

Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
They cannot damp Thy children's joys,
Or shake the soul, when God is nigh.

4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,

And back to highest heaven are borne, Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep, And all the watery world upturn.

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