2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,

All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing! 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is Thy name;

I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee;

Spring Thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity!

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor, lisping, stammering

tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

W. Cowper, 1771

W. H. Callcott, 1867 Last 2 1. fr. Mendelssohn, 1846

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3 When the stranger asks a home,
All his toils to end;
When the hungry craveth food,
And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave

Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field
Lifts his heart to Thee:
(Refrain)

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.