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292 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh : Thou callest burden d souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow d down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely press'd; By war without and fears within, I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place ! That, shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, Thou hast died.

5 Oh wond'rous love, to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name.

6 "Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, My promised grace receive ;&quot; 'Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will, I can, I do believe.

1 To those who know the Lord I speak,. Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh ! when will he appear ?

2 Though once a man of grief and shame,. Yet now he fills a throne, And bears the greatest, sweetest name, That earth or heaven have known.

3 Grace flies before, and love attends His steps where'er he goes ; Though none can see him but his friends, And they were once his foes.

4 He speaks—obedient to his call Our warm affections move ;