Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee and hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.
Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love; the fellowship of kindred minds, is like to that above.
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While life’s dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away, Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.
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I love Thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow; If ever I love Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
Oh, who will come and go with me? I am bound for the promised land.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass; He speaks to me everywhere.
O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee.
Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But He forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come.
No more let sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
Then let our songs abound, and every tear be dry; we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground to fairer worlds on high.