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The Book of Praise.
Save me, for none beside can save ;
At Thy command I tread With failing step life's stormy wave;
The wave goes o'er my head.
I perish, and my doom were just;
But wilt Thou leave me ? No : I hold Thee fast, my hope, my trust;
I will not let Thee go !
Still sure to me Thy promise stands,
And ever must abide ; Behold it written on Thy hands,
And graven in Thy side !
To this, this only, will I cleave;
Thy word is all my plea ; Thy word is truth, and I believe:
Have mercy, Lord, on me !
O Jesus, Saviour of the lost, My Rock and Hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tost, I seek Thy sheltering grace.
Guilty, forgive me, Lord ! I cry ;
Pursued by foes I come ; 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.