3 J L. M. ESUS my all to heaven has gone, 2 The way the holy prophets went, 3 This is the way I long have sought, 4 The more I strove against its power, 5 Lo, glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, 6 Now will I tell to sinners round, 4 5 THE C. M. HE rains descended, and the floods While one by one each cherished hope, Yet light amid the darkness broke- 2 Out on the crested wave I rode, And challenged with its thunder-cry Then barks were wreck'd, and men went Beneath the billowy brine; But in that tempest of despair, 3 The trust in God, I'll hold it fast, Still shall this perfect peace be mine, OW P. M. How precious is the name, brethren sing, brethren sing, How precious is the name, brethren sing, How precious is the name of Christ our Paschal Lamb, Who bore our sin and shame, on the tree, on the tree. 2 I've given all for Christ, he's my all, he's my all, I've given all for Christ, he's my all; I've given all for Christ, and my spirit cannot rest, Unless he's in my breast, reigning there, reigning there. 3 His easy yoke I'll bear, with delight, with delight, His easy yoke I'll bear, with delight; His easy yoke I'll bear, and his cross I will not fear, His name I will declare evermore, evermore. 4 I feel the love of God in my soul, in my soul, I feel the love of God in my soul; 6 I I feel the love of God, in my heart 'tis shed abroad, And I will serve my God here below, here below. P. M. KNEW I was a sinner, the call it was loud 2 For mercy, for mercy, aloud I did call, But I could not find mercy till I gave up my all; 3 What a bright glowing light in my heart then did shine, I wonder'd, I wonder'd the Lord was so kind As to open mine eyes, and give me to see 4 What joy and what glory then thrilled through my heart, Which made me quite willing with sinners to part; 5 Come all you poor mourners who feel your distress, Come, come unto Jesus, and you shall find rest; The door of salvation is open and free, Come in now this moment and happy you'll be. 6 There's joy with the angels, there's joy with the saints, When the news reaches heaven that a sinner re pents. Accept of salvation, no longer delay, For the voice of Free Grace cries to-day and to-day. THI C. M. start; THIS book is all that's left me now! For many generations passed,. My mother's hands this Bible clasped- 2 Ah! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear: And speak of what these pages said, 3 My father read this holy book How calm was my poor mother's look, 8 Her angel face-I see it yet! 4 Thou truest friend man ever knew, When all were false I've found thee true, I'Y 'M a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, To where the streamlets are ever flowing. 2 There the sunbeams are ever shining, 3 Of that country to which I'm going, SAW ye any srivier, the Lord! AW ye my Savior! Saw ye my Savior! |