See, His frail bark the waters fill: Yet why that faithless dread? Before His mighty "Peace, be still," The storm is fled. 1869. IV. A weeping sinner dares to touch And bathe His feet with tears: And "Go in peace: thou lovest much," V. His hour is come: sad bosoms heave With bodings unexpress'd: VI. O never, never, gentle Dove, Let Thy soft pleadings cease, And perfect peace. THE ROCK OF AGES. "Thou art the same, and Thy years shall have no end." -Ps. cii. 27. O GOD, the Rock of Ages, Our dwelling-place serene : Before Thy first creations, O Lord, the same as now, To endless generations The Everlasting Thou! 1862. A sleep, a dream, a story By strangers quickly told, Of things that soon are old. O Thou, who canst not slumber, Teach us aright to number Our years before they fail. On us Thy mercy lighten, On us Thy goodness rest, And let Thy Spirit brighten The hearts Thyself hast bless'd. Lord, crown our faith's endeavour THE HIDING-PLACE. "A man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind and a covert from the tempest, as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land."-Isa. xxxii. 2. O JESU, Saviour of the lost, My rock and hiding-place; ་ By storms of sin and sorrow tost Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry; A sinner, save me, or I die; An outcast,—take me home. Once safe in Thine Almighty arms, Let storms come on amain; There danger never, never harms, There death itself is gain. |