HYMN 123.
Thou Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise,
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sure relief
For every pain I feel.
And still the ear of sov'reign grace
Attends the mourner's pray'r;
O may I ever find access
To breathe my sorrows there!
Thy mercy-seat is open still
There let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet.
HYMN 124.
Through all the dangers of the night,
Preserv'd, O Lord, by Thee,
Again we hail the cheerful light,
Again we bend the knee.
Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day,
And guide us by Thy arm;
For they are safe and only they,
Whom Thou preserv'st from harm.
Let all our words and all our ways
