1 How do thy mercies close me round,
For ever be thy name ador'd;
I blush in all things to abound;
The servant is above his Lord!
2 Inur'd to poverty and pain,
A suff'ring life my Master led:
The Son of God, the Son of man,
He had not where to lay his head.
3 But lo! a place he hath prepar'd
For me, whom watchful angels keep;
Yea, he himself becomes my guard;
He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.
4 Jesus protects; my fears, begone:
What can the rock of ages move!
Safe in thine arms I lay me down,
Thine everlasting arms of love.
5 While thou art intimately nigh,
Who, who shall violate my rest?
Sin, earth, and hell I now defy;
I lean upon my Saviour's breast.
6 I rest beneath th'Almighty's shade,
My griefs expire, my troubles cease;
Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stay'd,
Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.
7 Me for thine own thou lov'st to take
In time and in eternity;
Thou never, never wilt forsake
A helpless worm that trusts in thee.
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First Line: | How do thy mercies close me round |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Christian experience: A desert |