Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand
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Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand, And guard in fierce temptation's hour; Hide in the hollow of thy hand, Show forth in me thy saving power; Still be thine arm my sure defence: Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence. Still let thy love point out my way: How wondrous things thy love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray; Direct my work, inspire my thought; And, if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know that love is near. In suffering be thy love my peace, In weakness be thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that tremendous hour, In death as life be thou my guide And save me, who for me hast died. |
Prope, O Salvator, mihi sta custos, cum saevit Satanas; sub manu lateam tua; vindex potens appareas; lacertus iste muniat; nec est quod inde me trahat. Ostende amans mihi viam (fecisti mirabilia). perverse quominus eam, et inspiretur anima; et si cadam, subesse mox amantem monstret ista vox. Quietem laboranti da et debili potentiam; cum hora tremendissima turbari vita desinam, ne mortuum regas minus: me salva mihi mortuus, |