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HYMN XXXIX.
[So near the haven brought]
So near the haven brought,
Must I be shipwreck'd here?
Saviour, forgive the hasty thought
Of misbelieving fear;
Fear of myself, not Thee,
It is my grief and shame,
It is my own infirmity;
But Thou art still the same.
Must I be shipwreck'd here?
Saviour, forgive the hasty thought
Of misbelieving fear;
Fear of myself, not Thee,
It is my grief and shame,
It is my own infirmity;
But Thou art still the same.
In childhood's giddy hour
Thou hast my Keeper been,
And screen'd my youth from passion's power,
From every pleasing sin:
When by the fiend impell'd,
In slippery paths I ran,
Thy hand invisible withheld,
“And led me up to man.”
Thou hast my Keeper been,
And screen'd my youth from passion's power,
From every pleasing sin:
When by the fiend impell'd,
In slippery paths I ran,
Thy hand invisible withheld,
“And led me up to man.”
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Restrain'd by heavenly grace
From what the world pursued,
“Eager ambition's fiery race”
With unconcern I view'd:
The lust of wealth and fame
Thou only didst suppress,
And gav'st my mounting soul to aim
At nobler happiness.
From what the world pursued,
“Eager ambition's fiery race”
With unconcern I view'd:
The lust of wealth and fame
Thou only didst suppress,
And gav'st my mounting soul to aim
At nobler happiness.
Oft as from Thee I roved,
In quest of my own will,
Thy Spirit tenderly reproved,
And kept me back from ill;
He cross'd my fond desire
Of perishable good,
And pluck'd the brand out of the fire,
And quench'd it in Thy blood.
In quest of my own will,
Thy Spirit tenderly reproved,
And kept me back from ill;
He cross'd my fond desire
Of perishable good,
And pluck'd the brand out of the fire,
And quench'd it in Thy blood.
Unnumber'd deaths and snares,
Thy love hath turn'd aside:
And still, O God, to hoary hairs
Thou art my faithful Guide:
Thy miracles of grace
Thou daily dost renew,
Straighten the' inextricable maze,
And bring me strangely through.
Thy love hath turn'd aside:
And still, O God, to hoary hairs
Thou art my faithful Guide:
Thy miracles of grace
Thou daily dost renew,
Straighten the' inextricable maze,
And bring me strangely through.
Why then am I cast down,
With anxious thoughts oppress'd,
With doubts if Thou wilt lead me on
To my eternal rest?
Thy will and power are join'd
The helpless to defend;
And saved so long, I trust to find
Salvation in my end.
With anxious thoughts oppress'd,
With doubts if Thou wilt lead me on
To my eternal rest?
Thy will and power are join'd
The helpless to defend;
And saved so long, I trust to find
Salvation in my end.
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This unbelieving sin
Thou wilt, O Lord, control,
And perfect righteousness bring in
To my expecting soul:
Finish, expel, destroy,
This inbred enemy;
And fill with everlasting joy,
And make me all like Thee.
Thou wilt, O Lord, control,
And perfect righteousness bring in
To my expecting soul:
Finish, expel, destroy,
This inbred enemy;
And fill with everlasting joy,
And make me all like Thee.
Confiding in Thy word,
I ask the grace unknown,
According to Thy promise, Lord,
Let it in me be done:
My faith's defects supply,
Almighty to forgive,
And then I get me up, and die,
And then for ever live!
I ask the grace unknown,
According to Thy promise, Lord,
Let it in me be done:
My faith's defects supply,
Almighty to forgive,
And then I get me up, and die,
And then for ever live!
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