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COME, OH, COME, WITH THY BROKEN HEART.
“Tiryus." MRS. FANNY JANE (CROSBY) VAN ALSTYNE,
Theodore Edson Perkins, (1823—
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.
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.
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!
His arms are 0 - pen night and day, He waits to welcome thee.
I cast out none, I'll par - don thee." Oh, thou shalt welcome be. A-men.
4 Come to Jesus! cling to Him,
He'll keep thee far from paths of sin,
And He will welcome Thee.
5 Come to Jesus ! Lord, I come:
Weary of sin, no more I'd roam,
I know He'll welcome me.
ASSURANCE AND TRUST.
MY LORD AND I.
Rev. Antonius Darms, (1869–
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;
I tell Him all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys.
He tells me what I ought to do,
He tells me what to try,
And so we talk together-
My Lord and I.
Some weary soul to win,
A loving word for Him ;
And why He came to die;
My Lord and I.