How Do Thy Mercies Close Me Round

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.

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.

But lo! A place He hath pre­pared

For me

whom watch­ful angels keep;

Nay

He Him­self becomes my guard

He smoothes my bed

and gives me sleep.

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!

While Thou art in­ti­mate­ly nigh

Who

who shall vio­late my rest?

Sin

earth

and hell I now de­fy

I lean up­on my Sav­ior’s breast.

I rest be­neath th’Al­migh­ty’s shade;

My griefs ex­pire

my trou­bles cease;

Thou

Lord

on whom my soul is stayed

Wilt keep me still in per­fect peace.

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.

Wherefore in con­fi­dence I close

My eyes

for Thine are op­en still;

My spir­it lulled in calm re­pose

Waits for the coun­sels of Thy will.

After Thy like­ness let me rise

If here Thou will’st my long­er stay

Or close in mor­tal sleep my eyes

To open them in end­less day.

Still let me run

or end my race;

I can­not choose

I all re­sign;

Contract or length­en out my days;

Come life

come death; for Christ is mine.