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COME UNTO ME. H. C. Dix 7.6. 12 25.. n A.. E 2 2 W 1 1.OCome un- to me ye wea- ry, And I will give you rest; 0 . x x x 7. S i ESRI= S SDSꝑD‚D‚I. ... ö 1 ů e ennee nt ar, D 3 S E EDEEEEEEEρͤE ² 2 blessed voice of Jesus. Which comes to hearts op-press'd, It tells of ben-e- die- 4 x IIS S. SSSE ....... . 12 ⁴t dadeRür. L 2 S. 15.. EEEE. ν 10 140 9 tion, Of pardon, grace, and peace. Ofjoy that hath no ending, Of love which eannot cease. Ni I .....0.., E. Er;ri:. HM Faire. FE e Dae=.

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Come unto Me, ye wanderers, And Lwill give you light.

O loving voice of Jesus, Which comes to cheer the night!

Our hearts were filled with sadness, And wWe had lost our way;

But He has brought us gladness And songs at break of day.

Come unto Me, ye fainting, And I will give you life.

O cheering voice of Jesus, Which comes to aid our strife!

IC0OUILD not do without Thee, O Saviour of the lost!

Whose precious blood redeemed me At such tremendous cost;

Thy righteousness, Thy pardon, Thy precious blood must be

My only hope and comfort, My glory and my plea!

Lcould not do without Thee! Lcannot stand alone,

Ihave no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my ovn;

But Thou, beloved Saviour, Art all in all to me,

And weakness will be power If leaning hard on Thee.

The foe is stern and eager, The fight is fierce and long; But He has made us mighty, And stronger than theé strong.

4 And whosoever cometh,

Lwill not cast him out.

O welcomeè voice of Jesus, Which drives away our doubt!

Which calls us, very sinners, Unworthy though we be

Of 1ove so free and boundless, To come, dear Lord, to Thee.

NOT WITHOUT THEE. F. R. HAVEnGAT.

3 Lcould not do without Thee!

For, O! the way is long,

And Iam often weary, And sigh replaces song;

How could I do without Thee? Ido not know the way;

Thou knowest, and Thou leadest, And wilt not let me stray.

4 Icould not do without Thee, For years are fleeting fast, And soon in solemn loneness The river must passed; But Thou wilt never leave me, And though the waves roll high, Iknow Thou wilt be near me, And whisper,It is I.

Hymns on this page to Tune 235. See also 229, 5, 16, 51, 55, 130.

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