158 broad His won-der-ful name: The name all vic- to-rious Of Je-sus ex-tol; His kingdom is glorious, And rules o-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." Hark! hark! what precious words I hear!Mercy's free! Mercy's free! 2 Though like a wanderer, Darkness comes over me, My rest a stone, Nearer, my God, to thee, I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. D.C. Do not detain me, for I am going To where the rivers are ever flow-ing. 122 SHINING SHORE. 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. O |