By A Collection of Hymns

      8s.
      1 HOW do thy mercies close me round!
      For ever be thy name adored!
      I blush in all things to abound;
      The servant is above his Lord!

      2 Inured to poverty and pain,
      A suffering life my Master led;
      The Son of God, the Son of man,
      He had not where to lay his head.

      3 But lo! a place he hath prepared
      For me, whom watchful angels keep;
      Yea, he himself becomes my guard,
      He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.

      4 Jesus protects; my fears, be gone!
      What can the Rock of ages move?
      Safe in thy arms I lay me down,
      Thy everlasting arms of love.

      5 While thou art intimately nigh,
      Who, who shall violate my rest?
      Sin, earth, and hell I now defy;
      I lean upon my Saviour's breast.

      6 I rest beneath the Almighty's shade,
      My griefs expire, my troubles cease:
      Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed,
      Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.

      7 Me for thine own thou lov'st to take,
      In time and in eternity;
      Thou never, never wilt forsake
      A helpless worm that trusts in thee.