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1TO the haven of thy breast, O Son of man, I fly! Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast, A covert from the tempest be! Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see. 2Welcome as the water-spring To a dry, barren place, O descend on me, and bring Thy sweet refreshing grace; O'er a parched and weary land As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin; O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy power. 4First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm. My shadow from the sun; Weary, parched with thirst, and faint, Till thou; the abiding Spirit breathe, Every moment, Lord, I want The merit of thy death. 5Never shall I want it less, When thou the gift hast given, Filled me with thy righteousness, And sealed the heir of heaven; I shall hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see; Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee.

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