Baltimore Catechism No. 1 (of 4) by Anonymous
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page 65 of 74 (87%)
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1. Jesus, gentlest Saviour! God of might and power; Thou Thyself art dwelling In us at this hour. Nature cannot hold Thee, Heav'n is all too strait For Thine endless glory, And Thy royal state. 2. Out beyond the shining Of the farthest star, Thou art ever stretching Infinitely far. Yet the hearts of children Hold what worlds cannot, And the God of wonders Loves the lowly spot. Jesus! Saviour of My Soul 1. Jesus! Saviour of my soul, Let me to Thy refuge fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is nigh. CHORUS.--Hide me, O my Saviour, hide Till the storm of life is past; Safe into Thy haven guide, |
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