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FANNIE J. CROSBY.

Slowly.

EVERY DAY AND HOUR.

W. H. DOANE.

1. Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
2. Thro' this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go;
3. Let me love thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er,

D. S.-May thy ten der love to me Bind me clos - er, clos - er, Lord, to thee.

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las, and did my Savior bleed, A-las, and did my Savior bleed, 1. {Would he devote that sacred head, Would he devote that sacred head,

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Well might the sun in darkness hide, Well might the sun in darkness hide, When Christ the mighty Maker died, When Christ the mighty Maker died, Thus might I hide my blushing face, Thus might I hide my blushing face, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, But drops of grief can ne'er repay, But drops of grief can ne'er repay, {Here, Lord, I give my-self a way; Here, Lord, I give my-self a - way;

CHO.-We're kneel-ing at the mer-cy-seat, We're kneel-ing at the mercy - seat,

CHORUS.

Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

He will for-give if they only be-lieve. Rescue the per- ish-ing,
Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Tell the poor wand'rer a Sav-ior has died.

Copyright, 1870, by W, H. Doane. Used by per.