Page 67 - Voices in Praise

Thou didst leave Thy throne
And Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem's home Was there found no
room For Thy holy nativity:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
There is room in my heart for Thee. 1/5
Verse 2
Heaven's arches rang
When the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
But of lowly birth
Cam'st Thou, Lord, on earth, And in great
humility:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
There is room in my heart for Thee. 2/5
Verse 3
The foxes found rest,
And the birds their nest,
In the shade of the cedar-tree;
But Thy couch was the sod,
O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
There is room in my heart for Thee. 3/5 Verse
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Thou camest, O Lord,
With the living word
That should set Thy people free;
But, with mocking scorn And with crown of
thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
Thy cross is my only plea. 4/5
Verse 5
When heaven's arches ring,
And her choirs shall sing,
At Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me home,
Saying : Yet there is room,
There is room at my side for thee!
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
When Thou comest and callest for me. 5/5
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098 We sing the praise of Him
who died
Verse 1
We sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him
who died upon the Cross :
The sinner's hope let men deride:
For this we count the world but loss. 1/5
Verse 2
Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining
letters: God is love.
He bears our sins upon the tree :
He brings us mercy from above. 2/5
Verse 3
The cross-it takes our guilt away;
It holds the tainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every- bitter cup. 3/5
Verse 4
It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light. 4/5
Verse 5
The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels' theme in heaven above. 5/5
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099 Beneath The Cross Of Jesus
Verse 1
Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand, The shadow of a
mighty Rock Within a weary land.
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat
And the burden of the day. 1/3
Verse 2
Upon the cross of Jesus
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