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Hymn 184: Him wilt Thou keep in perfect peace
HYMN CLXXXIV.
Him wilt Thou keep in perfect peace, Whose mind is stay'd on Thee; Me, Lord, from pining care release, And vain perplexity.
'Tis not the bleeding wounds of grief, Whose anguish I bemoan; An evil heart of unbelief, A cold, hard heart of stone;--
O'er this, in loneliness, I wake, And darkness to be felt, Since Sinai's thunders cannot break, Nor Calvary's sufferings melt.
Uncheer'd with hopes, unawed by fears, All comfort banish'd hence, O for a burst of tears! A pang of !
O for one grain of saving faith, Upspringing in my breast! "Come unto Me," my Saviour saith, "And I will give thee rest."
I hear, I know the joyful sound; I fly that call to meet, And find, what all who sought have found Rest at His blessed feet.