THE "PLACE FOR GOLD WHERE THEY FINE IT".
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Jesus! Lord! Jehovah!
I would onward press;
Every woe will whisper
Of Thy faithfulness.
From each snare beguiling
Thou wilt set me free;
Body, soul, and spirit,
Consecrate to Thee.
I would onward press;
Every woe will whisper
Of Thy faithfulness.
From each snare beguiling
Thou wilt set me free;
Body, soul, and spirit,
Consecrate to Thee.
"Come, the way is opened,
Thou mayst walk in white:
Gird thy priestly garments;
For that path of light
Vulture's eye ne'er searcheth,
Nor hath wild beast trod;
But the ransomed enter
Through the cleansing blood."
Thou mayst walk in white:
Gird thy priestly garments;
For that path of light
Vulture's eye ne'er searcheth,
Nor hath wild beast trod;
But the ransomed enter
Through the cleansing blood."
Canst thou die to self, child?
Canst thou take My cup?"
Lord, Thy grace sufficeth,
Thou didst drink it up.
Wrath no more can mingle
In that draught for me;
Now, the life thus purchased
Consecrate to Thee.
Canst thou take My cup?"
Lord, Thy grace sufficeth,
Thou didst drink it up.
Wrath no more can mingle
In that draught for me;
Now, the life thus purchased
Consecrate to Thee.
