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The sure refuge.
Now I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul’s anchor may remain;
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin,
Before the world’s foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.
2 O Love, thou bottomless abyss!
My sins are swallowed up in thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness;
From condemnation now I’m free;
While Jesus’ blood through earth and skies,
Mercy, free, boundless mercy! cries.
3 With faith I plunge me in this sea,
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,
I look into my Saviour’s breast.
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that’s written here.
4 Tho’ waves and storms go o’er my head,
Tho’ strength, and health, and friends, be gone:
Tho’ joys be withered all, and dead;
Tho’ every comfort be withdrawn—
Steadfast on this my soul relies:
Father, thy mercy never dies.
C. Wesley.