246 THE METHODIST HYMN-BOOK ILLUSTRATED
Here, I ll raise my Ebenezer, Hither, by thy grace I m come,
So I hope by thy good pleasure Safely to arrive at home.
III.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand ring from the fold of God, He to rescue me from danger
Interpos d his precious blood ; How his kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell, Cloth d in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well !
IV.
Oh ! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I m constrain d to be, Let that grace, now, like a Fetter,
Bind my wand ring Soul to thee ; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love, Here s my Heart! Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for thy Courts above.
V.
Oh ! that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see thy lovely face, Clothed then in blood wash d Linnen
How I ll sing thy boundless grace ; Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransom d Soul away, Send Thine Angel hosts to carry
Me to realms of Endless Day !
VI.
If Thou ever didst discover
Unto me the promis d Land, Let me now the stream pass over,
On the heavenly Canaan stand ; Now destroy whate er opposes,
Into thine Embrace I d fly, Speak the Word, thou didst to Moses,
Bid me, Lord, Come up and Die.
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