5 Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from thee—’tis death—’tis more— ’Tis endless ruin, deep despair! 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie; Here safety dwells, and peace divine; Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life, is thine. 223 L. M. Christ the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Thou art the way; and he who sighs, Amid this starless waste of woe, To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven’s eternal glow, By thee must come, thou gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove, An ark, a resting-place in God. 2 Thou art the Truth, whose steady day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom; The pure, the everlasting Ray, The Lamp that shines e’en in the tomb; The light that out of darkness springs, And guideth those that blindly go; The Word whose precious radiance flings Its luster upon all below. 3 Thou art the Life, the blesséd Well With living waters gushing o’er, Which those that drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more, Thou art the mystic Pillar given, Our Lamp by night, our Light by day; Thou art the sacred Bread from heaven; Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way. 224 L. M. 6 lines. A very present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1. Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand, And guard in fierce temptation’s hour; Support by thy almighty hand, Show forth in me thy saving power; Still be thine arm my sure defense, Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence. 2 In suffering be thy love my peace, In weakness be thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, O, Saviour, in that trying hour, In death, as life, be thou my guide, And save me, who for me hast died. 225 L. M. 6 lines. Christ all and in all. Jesus, thou source of calm repose, All fullness dwells in thee divine; Our strength, to quell the proudest foes; Our light, in deepest gloom to shine; Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower, Our trust, and portion, evermore. 2 Jesus, our Comforter, thou art Our rest in toil, our ease in pain; The balm to heal each broken heart: In storms our peace, in loss our gain; Our joy, beneath the worldling’s frown; In shame, our glory and our crown: 3 In want, our plentiful supply; In weakness, our almighty power; In bonds, our perfect liberty; Our refuge in temptation’s hour; Our comfort, ’midst all grief and thrall; Our life in death; our all in all. 226 L. M. 6 lines. Prophet, Priest, and King.