3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
  Daily I’m constrained to be! 
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
  Bind my wand’ring heart to thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
  Prone to leave the God I love—­
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it;
  Seal it for thy courts above.

     Robert Robinson, 1758.

339 Braden.  S.M.

The Lord’s Pity. (188)

The pity of the Lord,
  To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
  He knows our feeble frame.

2 He knows we are but dust,
  Scattered with ev’ry breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
  Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are as the grass,
  Or like the morning flow’r;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
  It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,
  To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
  Thy words of promise sure.

     Isaac Watts. 1719.

340 Refuge. 7s.  D.

The Only Refuge. (532)

Jesus, Lover of my soul,
  Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
  While the tempest still is high! 
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
  Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
  O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;
  Hangs my helpless soul on thee: 
Leave, O, 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 defenseless 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.

     Charles Wesley, 1740.

341 Pilot. 7s.

Savior, Pilot Me.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass come from thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

2 As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey thy will,
When thou say’st to them “Be still!”
Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

3 When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
’Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on thy breast,
May I hear thee say to me,
“Fear not, I will pilot thee!”