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The Book of Praise.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside ; Death of death, and Hell's Destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises, Songs of praises, I will ever give to Thee !
William Williams. 1774.
CCXXXII.
Jesus ! lead us with Thy power
Safe unto the promised Rest; Hide our souls within Thy bosom ;
Let us slumber on Thy breast; Feed us with the heavenly manna,
Bread that angels eat above ; Let us drink from the holy Fountain
Draughts of everlasting Love !
Throughout the desert wild conduct us
With a glorious pillar bright, In the day a cooling comfort,
And a cheering fire by night; Be our guide in every peril,
Watch us hourly night and day; Otherwise we'll err and wander
From Thy Spirit far away.
In Thy Presence we are happy;
In Thy Presence we're secure ; In Thy Presence all afflictions
We will easily endure ; In Thy Presence we can conquer,
We can suffer, we can die ; Far from Thee, we faint and languish:
Lord, our Saviour, keep us nigh !
William Williams, 1772. |
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