Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . trength in weakness I make known. Sweet words to me ! I grasped His hand, Enabled thus by faith to stand. Cast in the furnace next, the flame Wreathed round my head with threatening roar;But soon my great Deliverer came, And whispered, Trust My love and words to me ! the fiery blastNor scorched nor harmed, and soon was past. Down in afflictions deepest waves I sank in waterfloods of grief,But there a voice said, Jesus saves, His mercy brings thee sure relief!Sweet words to me ! affliction fled,And left me smiling health instead. K
Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . trength in weakness I make known. Sweet words to me ! I grasped His hand, Enabled thus by faith to stand. Cast in the furnace next, the flame Wreathed round my head with threatening roar;But soon my great Deliverer came, And whispered, Trust My love and words to me ! the fiery blastNor scorched nor harmed, and soon was past. Down in afflictions deepest waves I sank in waterfloods of grief,But there a voice said, Jesus saves, His mercy brings thee sure relief!Sweet words to me ! affliction fled,And left me smiling health instead. Kentish Lyrics. Mourning my inbred sin, I prayed, 0 give me, Lord, a heart renewed. Again I heard a voice which said, Come to the fountain of My blood ! Sweet words to me! sweet Saviour too ! My heart was cleansed and formed anew. Walking at last, when death drew near,Through the dark valleys dreaded shade, Fear not, said Jesus; I am here,My rod and staff shall he thine aid. Sweet words to me ! for now I sing In death, 0 death, where is thy sting 1.
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