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When the wea-ry, seeking rest, To Thy goodness flee; When the heavy - la - den cast
rest, When the heavy-laden cast
All their load on Thee;
On Thy name shall call;
At Thy feet shall fall:
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high. 2 When the worldling, sick at heart,
Lifts his soul above;
To his Father's love;
Stoops to seek Thy face;
To Thy throne of grace:
3 When the stranger asks a home,
All his toils to end;
And the poor a friend,
Bows the fervent knee;
Lifts his heart to Thee:
In the city crowd;
Names the name of God;
Tired of earthly fame,
Horatius Bonar, 1868
1 COW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, ,
What more can Ile say than to you He hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply,
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
“K”in Rippon's Selection, 1787