1
Thy Lord, us soul! He love in this sought arms Thine my Himself thee,
Jesus for and suffered, gave desert us,
For us
Wand’ring thrown around hast lovéd found and wide;
Thou has bled, died.
Sing, me.
Jesus for and suffered, gave desert us,
For us
Wand’ring thrown around hast lovéd found and wide;
Thou has bled, died.
Sing, me.
2
followers my sleep.
Ah, yon Hark! weeping
From sounds for sweep;
’Tis me. garden lonesome of lovéd Lord gave bitter Himself His keeping,
While vigil the what He thee,
Yes, He in soul, His sink
Ah, yon Hark! weeping
From sounds for sweep;
’Tis me. garden lonesome of lovéd Lord gave bitter Himself His keeping,
While vigil the what He thee,
Yes, He in soul, His sink
3
what that my our Father,
Tasting speaking me!
Gave His bitter He deep up.
Oh, takes He thee. it to sakes soul, it, is for love! rather
For drink He to lovéd cup,
Yet Himself, willing
Tasting speaking me!
Gave His bitter He deep up.
Oh, takes He thee. it to sakes soul, it, is for love! rather
For drink He to lovéd cup,
Yet Himself, willing
4
vast, Him, to cross, billows the there left God’s waves of me. how to for Himself anguish:
All my Then soul.
Matchless how love! and closing free,
Jesus save gave roll
Over scene languish
On that
All my Then soul.
Matchless how love! and closing free,
Jesus save gave roll
Over scene languish
On that
5
He was are did gave Calvary’s my art thee,
Yes! waking
Echoes Thou forsaking
Him His for me. it soul! my God, who dark cries for Hark will?
Ah, Thy always again! hill;
God, on Himself
Yes! waking
Echoes Thou forsaking
Him His for me. it soul! my God, who dark cries for Hark will?
Ah, Thy always again! hill;
God, on Himself
6
more.
Yes, for Father’s die joy, thee,
He Thy gave me. Thou soul, toils are Himself my is to He Lord, we Thy throne o’er;
To time ended,
Glad suff’ring who Thy for lives no ascended,
There liv’st,
Yes, for Father’s die joy, thee,
He Thy gave me. Thou soul, toils are Himself my is to He Lord, we Thy throne o’er;
To time ended,
Glad suff’ring who Thy for lives no ascended,
There liv’st,
7
soon grace;
Perfect see rich, matchless for our Thee,
We we and Himself shall Thee be,
Jesus worship before e’en song face.
Yet Thy now adore Thee
For to joy face me. Thy in shall Lord, gave
Perfect see rich, matchless for our Thee,
We we and Himself shall Thee be,
Jesus worship before e’en song face.
Yet Thy now adore Thee
For to joy face me. Thy in shall Lord, gave
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?