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Page 120 - I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My Breast ;' I came to JESUS as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Behold I freely give The living water, thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live...
Page 122 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Page 124 - Tis done: the great transaction's done, I am my Lord's, and He is mine: He drew me and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine, 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; With ashes who would grudge to part, When called on angels
Page 123 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
Page 122 - Abide with me from morn till eve, for without thee I cannot live; abide with me when night is nigh, for without thee I dare not die.
Page 124 - In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne ; Rock of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ! HYMN 14O.
Page 125 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Page 126 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.