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STILL'D each tremble, hush'd each murmur,
We, whose portion lieth here,
In His Hand, oh! holy refuge,
Where " love casteth out all fear."
What can hurt them, what can touch them?
Can the fierce wolf scatter now?
In His Hand who spoil'd the strong man,
His-to whom each knee must bow!
Better this than Israel's sheepfold
Wall'd and fenced around by law,
Pastures here, and peace and safety,
Joys that Israel never saw.
God's own presence, sweet communion,
Better this than Canaan's land,
Need we earthly rules and barriers,
We, thus gather'd in His Hand?
In His Hand who laid His life down,
In His Hand who gave His Son;
Thus the wondrous mystery learning,
Gift and Giver both are One.
One their gracious purpose usward,
Christ but shows the heart of God,
Heart whose love was bound by justice,
Till the Son atoned with blood.
" Therefore Both His Father love Him;"
Give all glory to His Name,
For God's love can reach the sinner,
Since His justice smote the Lamb.
This the joy Christ set before Him
When He turn'd His face to go-
Willing victim to the death-scene;
Where He drain'd the cup of woe.
Spirit-taught we bow and worship
Abba Father, Savior Lord,
In His Hand we learn to know them,
Heark'ning to the Shepherd's word.
No more stranger voices follow-
Ever-guided now by One,
In His Hand-so strong-so loving,
Till the pilgrimage be done.
Then the many-mansion'd dwelling;
Gates of pearl, and jasper wall,
Harps of gold forever telling
How His Hand hath done it all. O. R.