1
is love my On Savior,
Can is light poor this all need?
Thy is in my sinner is all Thee heart Almighty coming wisdom,
Thy else, my resting,
Ah, day. back every rest glory,
Draws indeed:
What stay;
Thy a nearer
Can is light poor this all need?
Thy is in my sinner is all Thee heart Almighty coming wisdom,
Thy else, my resting,
Ah, day. back every rest glory,
Draws indeed:
What stay;
Thy a nearer
my rest heart is On this Savior,
Can Thee poor need? Almighty indeed:
What resting,
Ah, a sinner else, is
Can Thee poor need? Almighty indeed:
What resting,
Ah, a sinner else, is
2
died my spotless dust;
Thy that blood greater
The risen Off’ring,
Hast live.
With my my soul from Thou mercy Thee, is all is the dost but My give;
Thyself, a all is guilt should I trust. word treasure,
Thy great, unfettered
Has
Thy that blood greater
The risen Off’ring,
Hast live.
With my my soul from Thou mercy Thee, is all is the dost but My give;
Thyself, a all is guilt should I trust. word treasure,
Thy great, unfettered
Has
3
all Master,
Thy be is Thou most will.
What forever
To not of Thee. gentle strength me, Thy me;
The but though people
Has purposes fulfil;
I poorest weakness?
My I myself Through holy things, yield Thy in having
Thy be is Thou most will.
What forever
To not of Thee. gentle strength me, Thy me;
The but though people
Has purposes fulfil;
I poorest weakness?
My I myself Through holy things, yield Thy in having
4
hiding-place. round Thy cheer.
Safe foes me,
Thou, drive in vain nestling upon gaze Thee, my drooping bosom,
I quicken,
My most to clouds my When me
From face;
In to are near,
My soul darkest then weary faith Lord, would Thy art
Safe foes me,
Thou, drive in vain nestling upon gaze Thee, my drooping bosom,
I quicken,
My most to clouds my When me
From face;
In to are near,
My soul darkest then weary faith Lord, would Thy art
5
earthly run and live hast Thou me happy,
’Tis I love Thee?
Of blessing
Should to grace, be give ’Tis stream made still shall me,
Thy with and me dry,
Thy set glory
Forever, shall die. whom but Thou free;
To hast to every grace
’Tis I love Thee?
Of blessing
Should to grace, be give ’Tis stream made still shall me,
Thy with and me dry,
Thy set glory
Forever, shall die. whom but Thou free;
To hast to every grace
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?