THE SURE REFUGE.
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Jesus, my Saviour, look on me! For I am weary and oppressed; I come to cast myself on Thee; Thou art my Rest. Look down on me, for I am weak; I feel the toilsome journey's length; Thine aid omnipotent I seek; Thou art my Strength. I am bewildered on my way; Dark and tempestuous is the night; Oh! shed thou forth some cheering ray; Thou art my Light. I hear the storms around me rise, But when I dread the impending shock, My spirit to her refuge flies; Thou art my Rock. When the accuser flings his darts, I look to Thee—my terrors cease,— Thy cross a hiding-place imparts; Thou art my Peace. Standing alone on Jordan's brink, In that tremendous, latest strife, Thou wilt not suffer me to sink; Thou art my Life. Thou wilt my every want supply, Even to the end, whate'er befall Through life in death eternally; Thou art my All. —Unidentified.