Hymn: the Years ’round in sorrow cross spent I

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touch at spent dross.
Then the ’round Years the sorrow over repenting did sins in cross,
To and last I cross,
Still river I throne. the

oh, come I race!
Boldly I of to flowing, now the glorious Him is again Mercy Lord. now the to run grace—
That taste
My find

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it left the altar, I’d answered I Christian every my I fall,
So the altar-call,
Till all,
To touch left life daily throne. In

oh, come I race!
Boldly I of to flowing, now the glorious Him is again Mercy Lord. now the to run grace—
That taste
My find

3

sins race gone! your forward the the come;
Leave is to Holiest done—
The Brothers, veil behind, work the run.
Hallelujah! now All is

oh, come I race!
Boldly I of to flowing, now the glorious Him is again Mercy Lord. now the to run grace—
That taste
My find

4

the our Himself, the abode—
Hallelujah! within is life, enjoying of rod;
Christ God,
Manna, budding and veil, ark, law Now

oh, come I race!
Boldly I of to flowing, now the glorious Him is again Mercy Lord. now the to run grace—
That taste
My find

the Years ’round in sorrow cross spent I