When from sin’s dark hold Thy love had won me, And its wounds Thy tender hands had healed, As Thy blest commands were laid upon me, Growing light my growing need revealed. Thus I sought the path of consecration When to Thee, dear Lord, my vows were given, And the joy which came with full
At the moment of my weakness, When my need for power is plain, And my own strength is exhausted once again, Then my Lord has made provision For the day of my despair, And His precious Holy Spirit Hears my prayer, my prayer; Then my Lord has made provision For the day of my despair,
In the depths of my soul’s greatest longing, I am coming, dear Saviour, to Thee, Offering each thought and deed for refining; Let Thy touch now descend upon me. Draw me close to Thee in deeper consecration; Wash me, Lord, and cleanse my soul From fear and dross; Sanctify me with the fire of Thy
I know Thee who Thou art, And what Thy healing name, For when my fainting heart The burden nigh o’ercame, I saw Thy footprints on my road Where lately passed the Son of God. Thy name is joined with mine By every human tie, And my new name is Thine; A child of God am
Out of my bondage, sorrow and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into Thy freedom, gladness and light, Jesus, I come to Thee; Out of my sickness into Thy health, Out of my want and into Thy wealth, Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of my shameful
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father’s throne Make all my wants and wishes known; In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter’s snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
I will sing the wondrous story Of the Christ who died for me – How He left His Home in Glory, For the cross on Calvary. Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story Of the Christ who died for me; Sing it with the saints in Glory, Gathered by the crystal sea. I was lost, but
Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by His love o’ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! ’tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of Glory, Over the jasper sea. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by
Jesus, tender lover of my soul, Pardoner of my sins, and friend indeed, Keeper of the garden of my heart, Jesus, Thou art everything to me. Jesus, Thou art everything to me; Jesus, Thou art everything to me; All my lasting joys are found in Thee; Jesus, Thou art everything to me. What to me
Give me a holy life, Spotless and free, Cleansed by the crystal flow Coming from Thee. Purge the dark halls of thought, Here let Thy work be wrought, Each wish and feeling brought Captive to Thee. Cleanse, Thou refining Flame, All that is mine; Self only may remain If Thou refine. Fix the intention sure;
Happy the home when God is there And love fills every breast, Where one their wish, and one their prayer, And one their heavenly rest. Happy the home where Jesus’ name Is sweet to every ear, Where children early lisp His fame And parents hold Him dear. Happy the home where prayer is heard And
Simply trusting every day, Trusting through a stormy way, Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by, Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Brightly doth His Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While He leads I
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