ter and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flow'd, Be of sin In my hand Rock of the doub-le cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. no price I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling. Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide my-self in Thee. No. 115. Nearer, My God, to Thee. be a cross o - ver me, 1. Near-er, my God, to Thee, Near-er to Thee; E'en tho' it 2. Tho' like a wan-der-er, The sun gone down, Darkness be 3. There let the way ap-pear Steps un-to heav'n; All that Thou sendest me, 4. Then with my waking tho'ts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, 5. Or if, on joy-ful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon and stars forgot, 90 FINE. D. S--Near-er,my God, to Thee! D. S. Still, all my song 'shall be-Nearer, my God, to Thee! Nearer, my God, to Thee! Near-er to Thee! (RM) Hark, hark, from o'er the sea, In love it speaks to thee, Hark, hark, a voice comes o'er the sea, In loving tones it speaks to thee, Hark, hark, again I hear, A- bove rings sweet and clear, Hark, hark, that voice a- gain I hear, Above the storm rings sweet and clear, Hark, hark, once more I hear, "O come, you need not fear, Hark, hark, that voice once more I hear. "O come to me, you need not fear," |