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My soul to Jesus flies;
When swelling billows rise.
I trust his faithful word ;
“Jesus is Christ my Lord !"
On which I do depend;
He'll stand my faithful friend.
To thy Redeemer's name ! In joy or sorrow, life or death, His love is still the sam 139.
ll's. HOW firm a foundation, 0 saints of the
Lord, Is laid for our faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to us he has
said, Who to the Lord Jesus for refuge have fled ? In every condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, As our days may demand shall our strength
I am with
O be not dismayed! “ I, I am your God, and will still give you
“ I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause
you to stand, “Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. “When through the deep waters I cause
you to go, “ The rivers of woe shall not you overflow; “ For I will be with you your troubles to
bless, “And sanctify to you your deepest distress. “ When through fiery trials your path-way
shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be your
supply: “ The flame shall not hurt you; I only design “ Your dross to consume, and your gold to
refine. “Ev'n down to old age all my people shall
prove, My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; “And when hoary hairs shall their temples
adorn, “ Like lambs they shall still on my bosom
“ The soul that on Jesus has leaned for
repose, “ I will not, I cannot desert to his foes;
“That soul, though all hell should endeavour
to shake, “ I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake!" 140.
Shall God, who justifies our souls ?
like a mighty stream
Let saints adore their Lord :
Swift to fulfil his word.
Through earth he makes his
known Through heaven his glories shine. How holy is his name !
How well deserved his praise ! Justice and truth, with mercy join,
In all his works of grace. 142.
L. M. EXALTED Prince of Life, we own
The royal honours of thy throne :
143. 4-6's & 2-8's.
His throne is set on high;
Are light and majesty :
And can this mighty King
And will he write his name,
Our Brother and our Friend ?-
All hail triumphant Lord !
Thy praise responsive bring:
In glorious strength arrayed ;
And bids the earth be glad.
His pardoning love we own,
High on his Father's throne,
He undertakes our cause ;
The triumphs of his cross.
Of Zion for his ancient rest;