1. Let all the na-tions on the earth, Come praise the God that gave them birth; 2. Praise God the Fa-ther's glorious name, Praise God the Son, our Priest and King; No. 151. LET THE PILOT TAKE THE HELM. JAMES ROWE. O. G. DANIEL.. 1. I had drift- ed far from shore, Night had come and hope was o'er, But a 1. I'm weak and worn, for pardon longing, In sin no more I wish to roam; 2. The world's delights no longer charm me, For higher joys my soul would win ; 3. I've heard Thy plea, I know Thy promise, I trust at last Thy boundless love; I need Thy love, I need Thy comfort, So,trust-ing Thee, I'm com-ing home.. iour,take me in. Thy home above.. I need Thy love, Thou precious Jesus; Thy wayward child is com-ing home. D.S. I'm com-ing home, I'm coming home, In paths of sin no more to roam; Copyright, 1910, by L. E. Havens. |