The Christian's Duty ‎#S.XXX

S.XXX. To the Haven of thy Breast

1 To the Haven of thy Breast,
O Son of Man, I fly,
Be my Refuge and my Rest,
For O the Storm is high!
Save me from the furious Blast
A covert from the Tempest be;
Hide me Jesus, till o'er past
The Storm of Sin I see.

2 Welcome as the Waterspring
To a dry barren Place;
O descend on me and bring
The sweet refreshing Grace;
O'er the parch'd and weary Land
As a great Rock extends its Shade,
Hide me Saviour, with thine Hand,
And screen my naked Head.

3 In the Time of my Distress
Thou hast my Succour been;
In my utter Helplessness
Restraining me from Sin:
O how swiftly didst thou move
To save me in the trying Hour!
Still protect me with thy Love,
And shield me with thy Pow'r.

4 First and Last in me perform
The Work thou hast begun;
Be my Shelter from the Storm,
My Shadow from the Sun:
Let me hang upon my God,
Till I thy perfect Glory see,
Till the sprinkling of thy Blood
Shall take me up to thee.

Text Information

• First Line: To the Haven of thy Breast
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1801

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