The book of sacred song . IF YE WALK IN THE LIGHT/ ALK in the light! so shalt thou knowThat fellowship of love,His Spirit only can bestowWho reigns in light in the light! and sin abhorrd Shall neer defile again;The blood of Jesus Christ the LordShall cleanse from every stain. Walk in the light! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly His,Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness in the light! and thou shalt own Thy darkness passM away,Because that light hath on thee shone, In which is perfect day. Walk in the light! and een the tomb No fearful shade shall
The book of sacred song . IF YE WALK IN THE LIGHT/ ALK in the light! so shalt thou knowThat fellowship of love,His Spirit only can bestowWho reigns in light in the light! and sin abhorrd Shall neer defile again;The blood of Jesus Christ the LordShall cleanse from every stain. Walk in the light! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly His,Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness in the light! and thou shalt own Thy darkness passM away,Because that light hath on thee shone, In which is perfect day. Walk in the light! and een the tomb No fearful shade shall wear;Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there!. 314 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Walk in the light! and thou shalt seeA path, though thorny, bright • For God by grace shall dwell in thee,And God Himself is light. ALL YE THAT LABOUR AND ARE HEAVY LADEN/ ;ITH tearful eyes I look around; Life seems a dark and stormy sea;Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound,A heavenly whisper, Come to Me! It tells me of a place of rest; It tells me where my soul may flee:Oh ! to the weary, faint, opprest, How sweet the bidding, Come to Me! When the poor heart with anguish learnsThat earthly props resigned must be, And from each broken cistern turns,It hears the accents, Come to Me ! When against sin I strive in vain,And cannot from its yoke get free, Sinking beneath the heavy chain,The words arrest me, Come to Me! modern: anonymous. 315 When nature shudders, loth to part From all I love, enjoy, and see;When a faint chill steals oer my heart, A sweet voice utters, Come to Me! Come, for all else must fail and die; Earth is no resting-place for thee,Heavenwar
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