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5 Often my gracious Friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust, and disobey,
And often Satan’s lies believe,
Sooner than all my Friend can say.
6 He bids me always freely come,
And promises whate’er I ask :
But I am strait’ned, cold, and dumb,
And count my privilege a task.
7 Before the world that hates his cause.
My treach’rous heart has throbb’d with shame;
Loath to forego the world’s applause,
I hardly dare avow his name.
8 Sure were not I most vile and base,
I could not thus my Friend requite ;
And were not he the God of grace.
He’d frown and spurn me from his sight.
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Jesuit Christ, our Hiding Place.
1 TESTIS, to thee, my sure defence,
My help for ever nigh.
From the rough blast and rushing storm,
For shelter I apply.
2 Thou art my only hiding place.
Thou my secure abode ;
When vengeance like a whirlwind flies,
And rages all abroad.
3 As rocks to guard from burning skies
Their ample shades extend,
Do thou from flames of wrath divine
My guilty soul defend.