Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLII (1788) Lyrics: 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 thy arms I lay me down,
Thy 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 staid,
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. Topics: Praise Languages: English
How do thy mercies close me round