Where lies the peace that God bestows
As healing balm for all our woes?
The heart-throbs, tell the answer true,
In calm that fills us through and through.
As healing balm for all our woes?
The heart-throbs, tell the answer true,
In calm that fills us through and through.
GOOD FRIDAY
O Saviour who for me this day
The cruel cross didst bear,
Make real to me that 'twas my sin
That helped to nail thee there.
The cruel cross didst bear,
Make real to me that 'twas my sin
That helped to nail thee there.
Oh, teach me that the pains of death
As man were truly thine;
So shall I know, I too may die,
Upheld by strength divine.
As man were truly thine;
So shall I know, I too may die,
Upheld by strength divine.
If only I will follow close
The print of wounded feet,
See hands outstretched in love for me,
Before the mercy seat.
The print of wounded feet,
See hands outstretched in love for me,
Before the mercy seat.
A PRAYER
O Lord, to thee I humbly kneel,
Sweet peace doth o'er my spirit steal;
I know not what my soul doth need;—
Thou knowest—and—for this I plead:
Sweet peace doth o'er my spirit steal;
I know not what my soul doth need;—
Thou knowest—and—for this I plead:
That I of self may emptied be,
And e'en my sins may leave with thee:
That time to introspection given,
May, henceforth, speed my way to heaven.
And e'en my sins may leave with thee:
That time to introspection given,
May, henceforth, speed my way to heaven.
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