HYMN OF REFUGE
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Hymn of Refuge
THE shade of His hand shall cover us
(Under the wings of His presence);
He surely will pity, trying thus
The wrongful heart, to show the righteous way.
Arise, Lord, I beseech Thee:
My help! help now, I pray;
Lord, now let our crying reach Thee.
"Forgiven," He will let us hear
(He in His secret dwelling);
His hand shall bring salvation near
The people, poor and lowly and astray.
While we to Thee be crying,
Help wondrously we pray;
Lord, now be Thou replying.
