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GLORIES OF CHRIST.
4 The more I strove against its power,
I sinned and stumbled but the more ;
Till late I heard the Savio\n say,
‘Come hither, soul, I am the way?
5 To! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee as I am;
My sinful self to thee I give—
Nothing but love I shall receive.
S Then will I tell to sinners round
What a dear Saviour I have found ;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, behold the way to God.
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Christ the Jtose of Sharon.
1 IN Sharon’s lovely Rose
1 Immortal beauties shine;
Its sweet refreshing fragrance shows
Its origin divine.
2 How blooming and how fair !
O may my happy breast
This lovely rose forever wear,
And be supremely blest.
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Christ the door,
T HRIST is the way to heavenly bliss
And Christ the only door ;
My soul pursue no way but this,
For this alone is sure.
’Tis through this door, and this alone,
That thou art led to God:
Rest then on what thy Lord has done
And plead his precious blood.
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