“O come unto Me all ye laden and weary,

Yea, come unto Me all ye sad and opprest:
Though dark be the pathway, the prospect all dreary,
o come unto Me, and your souls shall find rest."

3
And art Thou my Saviour ? and dost thou still tend me,

Thus call to me, seek me, and yearn for me still ?
E'en yet wilt Thou bear with me, watch, and befriend me,
And with Thine own Self all my emptiness fill ?

4
“O come unto Me; I am meek, I am lowly,

Unlearn ye the evil, and learn to do right.
O take up My burden, My yoke that is holy,
For My yoke is easy, My burden is light."

5
I listen, my Saviour:—'tis Thou that art calling,

I see Thee still smiling in pity on me;
But draw me unto Thee, and save me from falling,-

O ne'er of myself can I come unto Thee. Amen.

R. TOMLINS

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O For a Closer Walk with God

Muriel C. M.

FREDERICK WILLIAM SCHLIEDER

I. O

for a clos - er walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame,

Be of

sin the dou - ble cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. A-men.

2

Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

3
Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

4
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee! Amen.

AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY

4
O by that Name in which all fulness dwells,
O by that Love which every love excels,
O by that blood so freely shed for sin,
Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in. Amen.

LUCY ELIZABETH GEORGINA WHITMORE

Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol-emn lit - a - ny.