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COME, OH, COME, WITH THY BROKEN HEART.

“Tiryus." MRS. FANNY JANE (CROSBY) VAN ALSTYNE,

Theodore Edson Perkins, (1823—

(1831

) 1896.

Come and kneel at the

0 - pen door,

Je - sus is wait - ing there; Wash thee now in the crim-son fount, Flow-ing so pure for thee; Think of joys that for ev er bloom, Bright in the life a - bove; Come and kneel at the 0 pen door,

Je · sus is wait - ing there.

Wait - ing to heal thy wound-ed soul, Wait - ing to give thee rest; List to the gen - tle warn - ing voice, List to the ear - nest call, Come with a trust -ing heart to God, Come and be saved by grace ;

Why wilt thou walk where shadows fall ? Come to His lov - ing breast. Leave at the cross thy bur - den now, Je - sus will bear it all. Come, for He loves to clasp thee now, Close in His dear em - brace.

Copyright, 1896, by Theo. E. Perking.
Note. In the first edition this hymn is No. 184.

thee; Thou hast wandered far a-way, But He's call-ing now for thee.

Used by per. of The John Church Co., owners of the Copyright.
Note.-In the first edition this hymn is No. 181.

183

ART THOU WEARY, ART THOU LANGUID?

“Stephanos.” 8. 5. 8. 3. ST. STEPHEN, THE SABAITE, (725—794)

Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker, (1821–1877) 1860. TR. BY REV. JOHN MASON NEALE, (1818–1866) 1862. Ar. by William Henry Monk, (1823–1889) 1861.

1. Come to Je-sus! come a - way; For - sake thy sins, oh, why de - lay? 2. Come to Je-sus! sin no more, But on thy bend-ed knees im - plore, 3. Come to Je-sus! cling to Him, Hark! how He calls“ Come un-to Me!

ASSURANCE AND TRUST.

MY LORD AND I.

185

Rev. Antonius Darms, (1869–

) 1897.

1. I have a Friend so precious, So ver - y dear to me; He loves me with such 2. He knows how much I love Him, He knows I love Him well. But with what love He

3 Sometimes I'm faint and weary,

4 I tell Him all my sorrows, He knows that I am weak,

I tell Him all my joys;
And so He bids me lean on Him,

I tell Him all that pleases me,
His help I gladly seek.

I tell Him what annoys.
He leads me in the paths of light,

He tells me what I ought to do,
Beneath a sunny sky,

He tells me what to try,
And so we walk together-

And so we talk together-
My Lord and I.

My Lord and I.
5 He knows how I am longing

Some weary soul to win,
And so He bids me go and speak

A loving word for Him ;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,

And why He came to die;
And so we work together-

My Lord and I.

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glo - ry di - vine ! Heir of sal-va - tion, purchase of God, Born of His burston my sight; An- gels descend-ing, bring from a - bove Ech-oes of hap-py and blest; Watching and wait-ing, look-ing bove, Filled with His

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