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 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cleanse from every 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. Amen. 21. (48) 1 O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. 2 O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day May brighter, fairer be. 3 O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be. 4 O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from thee; I lay in dust life’s glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be. Amen. 22. (51) 1 There’s a wideness in God’s mercy Like the wideness of the sea; There’s a kindness in his justice, Which is more than liberty. There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Saviour; There is healing in his blood. 2 There is no place where earth’s sorrows Are more felt than up in heaven; There is no place where earth’s failings Have such kindly judgment given. There is plentiful redemption In the blood that has been shed; There is joy for all the members In the sorrows of the Head. 3 For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man’s mind; And the heart of the Eternal Is most infinitely kind. If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of the Lord. 23. (55) 1 I love thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode, The Church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; To her my toils and cares be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 3 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 4 Jesus, thou friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Sion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. Amen. 24. (62)