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"Unto Him who hath loved us"
THERE is no love like the love of Jesus,
There is no heart like the heart of Jesus
Filled with a tender lore;
But He suffered before!
There is no eye like the eye of Jesus
Piercing far away;
Can the wanderer stray!
There is no voice like the voice of Jesus,
Ah ! how sweet its chime,
In the summer-time!
O might we listen that voice of Jesus,
O might we never roam, Till our souls should rest, in peace, on His breast,
In the Heavenly home!
W. E. Littlewood
"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life"
COME, my way, my truth, my life:
Come, my light, my feast, my strength:
Come, my joy, my love, my heart:
"We've no abiding city here"
WE 've no abiding city here:
We Ve no abiding city here:
Sad truth, were this to be our home!
But let this thought our spirits cheer;
We 've no abiding city here:
Then let us live as pilgrims do! Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
We've no abiding city here:
We seek a city out of sight; Zion its name, the Lord is there, . It shines with everlasting light!
Zion! Jehovah is her strength;
Secure she smiles at all her foes; And weary travellers at length
Within her sacred walls repose.
O! sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of a dove,
LXXXIII "A fountain opened for sin and for uncleanness'
THERE is a fountain filled with blood
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in His day;
Wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious Blood
Shall never lose its power,
Be saved, to sin no more.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save,
Lies silent in the grave.
Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
A golden harp for me:
'T is strung and tuned for endless years,
And formed by power divine,
No other name but Thine.
CHRIST'S CHURCH UNIVERSAL 'My Name shall be great among the Gentiles'1'
YES, so it was ere Jesus came;
Blazed up and died away;
That owned the festal day.
One only border
Heaven's light and order.
But now to the revolving sphere
No waste so dark and lone,
In light beneath the throne.
From eve to morning,
Praise and adorning.