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HYMN XXXIX.
[O Saviour of all]
O Saviour of all,
We come at Thy call,
In the morning of life at Thy feet do we fall.
Thy mercy is free;
Our helplessness see,
And let little children be brought unto Thee.
We come at Thy call,
In the morning of life at Thy feet do we fall.
Thy mercy is free;
Our helplessness see,
And let little children be brought unto Thee.
To us Thy love show,
Who nothing do know,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven below:
O give us Thy grace
In our earliest days,
And let us grow up to Thy honour and praise.
Who nothing do know,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven below:
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In our earliest days,
And let us grow up to Thy honour and praise.
But rather than live
Thy goodness to grieve,
Back into Thy hands we our spirits would give:
O take us away
In the morn of our day,
And let us no longer in misery stay.
Thy goodness to grieve,
Back into Thy hands we our spirits would give:
O take us away
In the morn of our day,
And let us no longer in misery stay.
If now we remove,
Thy pity and love
Will certainly take us to heaven above:
With Thee we shall dwell,
Who hast loved us so well:
For O, wilt Thou send little children to hell?
Thy pity and love
Will certainly take us to heaven above:
With Thee we shall dwell,
Who hast loved us so well:
For O, wilt Thou send little children to hell?
We need not come there,
But at death may repair
To heaven, and heavenly happiness share:
Us mercy shall raise
To that happy place,
And we shall behold with our angels Thy face.
But at death may repair
To heaven, and heavenly happiness share:
Us mercy shall raise
To that happy place,
And we shall behold with our angels Thy face.
They now are our guard,
And ready prepared
To carry us hence to our glorious reward:
Ere long it shall be;
We are ransom'd by Thee,
And we our all-loving Redeemer shall see.
And ready prepared
To carry us hence to our glorious reward:
Ere long it shall be;
We are ransom'd by Thee,
And we our all-loving Redeemer shall see.
Our bodies are Thine;
Our souls we resign
To be wholly employ'd in the service Divine;
Our spirits we give
For Thee to receive:
O who would not die, with his Saviour to live!
Our souls we resign
To be wholly employ'd in the service Divine;
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For Thee to receive:
O who would not die, with his Saviour to live!
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