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And now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb;
Singing glory!
HYMN 148.
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee.
Fain I would to Thee be brought;
Gracious God, forbid it not;
Give me, O my God, a place
In the Kingdom of Thy Grace.
Fain I would be as Thou art;
Give me Thy obedient heart;
Thou art pitiful and kind,
Let me have Thy loving mind.
Let me above all fulfil
God my heav'nly Father's will;
Never His good spirit grieve,
Only to His glory live.
HYMN 149.
From Calv'ry's cross a fountain flows,
Of water and of blood,
More healing than Bethesda's pool,
Or fam'd Siloam's flood.
Dear Dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
