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BOOK III. Who leave the world s deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more.

5 Though tempest-toss d and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek ; Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shatter d bark again.

1 GOD of my life, to thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail !

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor ?

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner s plea ? Does not the word still fix d remain That none shall seek thy face in vain ?

4 That were a grief I could not bear, Didst thou not hear and answer pray r ; But a pray r-hearing, answ ring God, Supports me under every load.

5 Fair is the lot that s cast for me, I have an Advocate with thee : They whom the world caresses most Have no such privilege to boast.

6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; And he is safe and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.