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Ye ser-vants of God, Your Master proclaim, And publish a
broad His won-der - ful name: The name all vic - to-rious Of
Je-sus ex - tol; IIis kingdom is glorious, And rules 0 -ver all.
By faith I view my Sa-viour dying on the tree, On the tree;
To ev' - ry na-tion he
is cry-ing, “Look to me, look to me.'
He bids the guilty now draw near, Repent, believe, dismiss their fear.
Hark! hark! what precious words I hear!Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Arr. by Dr. L. Mason.
Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! } still all my song shall be, E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me;
Near-er, my God, to thee, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
2 Though like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
My rest a stone,
Nearer to thee!
G. F. Root.
My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them
as they fly! Those hours of toil and danger, For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, Our
friends are passing over, And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover.