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2 Yet I feel I'm not at home,

But know not which way to move;
Lest I farther yet should roam,

From the object of my love. 3 Some small glimmering light I have,

Yet too dark to see my way;
Jesus' presence still I crave;

When, O when will it be day? 4 Is the evening time at hand?

Will it then indeed be light?
Will the sun its beams extend,

Chase away the shades of night? 5

Will the Lord indeed appear,
Give me light, and joy, and rest,
Drive away my gloomy fear,

Draw me to his lovely breast? 6 Then his lore is rich and free;

Jesus, let me feel its power,
And my soul will cling to thee,
Love and praise thee and adore.

723. Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus in his love will save you,
Full of pity join'd with power.

He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;

8. 7. 4

Come and welcome to Jesus Christ.

All the fitness he reqnireth,
Is to feel your need of him.

This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

Lost and ruin'd by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all.

Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. 724.

8. 8. 6. Praise for Redeeming Love. How vast the sufferings, who can tell, When Jesus fought sin, death, and hell,

And was in battle slain? How great the triumph, who can sing, When from the grave the immortal King

Triumphant rose again? 2 Yet we'll attempt his name to bless, While we pass through the wilderness

To Canaan's happy shore.
But when we reach the plains above,
And every breath we draw is love,
We'll sing his glories more.
725.

Prayer.
The sinner born of God,

To God will pour his prayer,
In sighs, or groans, or words express'd,

Or in a falling tear. 2 The feelings of his heart

Ascend to the Most High;

S. M.

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2 Yet I feel I'm not at home,

But know not which way to move;
Lest I farther yet should roam,

From the object of my love.
3 Some small glimmering light I have,

Yet too dark to see my way;
Jesus' presence still I crave;
When, 0 when will it be day?
Is the evening time at hand?
Will it then indeed be light?
Will the sun its beams extend,
Chase away the shades of night?
Will the Lord indeed appear,
Give me light, and joy, and rest,
Drive away my gloomy fear,

Draw me to his lovely breast?
6 Then his lore is rich and free;

Jesus, let me feel its power,
And my soul will cling to thee,
Love and praise thee and adore.
723.

8. 7. 4
Come and welcome to Jesus Christ.
COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus in his love will save you,
Full of pity join'd with power.

He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him.

This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

Lost and ruin'd by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all.

Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. 724.

8. 8. 6. Praise for Redeeming Love. How vast the sufferings, who can tell, When Jesus fought sin, death, and hell,

And was in battle slain? How great the triumph, who can sing, When from the grave the immortal King

Triumphant rose again? 2 Yet we'li attempt his name to bless, While we pass through the wilderness

To Canaan's happy shore.
But when we reach the plains above,
And every breath we draw is lore,
We'll sing his glories more.
725. Prayer.

8. M. The sinner born of God,

To God will pour his prayer,
In sighs, or groans, or words express'd,

Or in a falling tear.
2 The feelings of his heart

Ascend to the Most High;

7s.

And though the Lord awhile forbear,

His needs he will supply.
3 A form of words may please

A sinner dead in sin;
But quicken'd sinners want to pray

As prompted from within.
The Holy Ghost indites,

All real vital prayer;
And prayer indited by the Lord,

The Lord will surely hear.
726.

“I am the bright and morning star." - Rev. xxii. 16.
CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;

Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,

Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,

Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 3 Visit then this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

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