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HYMNS.
5 This land through which his pilgrims go.
Is desolate and dry: '
But streams of grace from him o’erflow.
Their thirst to satisfy.
6 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head.
For shelter to this rock they run,
And find a pleasing shade.
7 How glorious he ! how happy they
In such a glorious friend !
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.
174.
Rock smitten; or, the Rock of Ages. Isa.
1 TJ OCK of ages, shelter me.
Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood.
From thy wounded side which flow’d,
Be of sin the donble cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt arid pow’r.
2 Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil'thy law’s demands;
Could ray zeal no respite know.
Could my tears for ever flow.
All for sin could not atone.
Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring.
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked come to thee for dress,
Helpless look to thee for grace;
Black, I to the fountain fly.
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break in death.