No. 305. Speak to Me, Lord, Thyself Reveal

sus,

Which comes to hearts op - prest;
It tells of bene
sus, Which comes to cheer the night: Our hearts were filled with
sus, Which comes to end our strife: The foe is stern and
sus, Which drives a - way our doubt: Which calls us,-very

pardon, grace, and peace, we had lost our way, fight is fierce and long; worthy though we be

Of joy that hath no ending,
But morning brings us glad - ness,
But Thou hast made us mighty,
Of love so free and boundless,-

Of love which can-not cease. And songs the break of day. And stronger than the strong. To come, dear Lord, to Thee.

No. 307. Say, Sinner, Hath a Voice Within

No. 309. Sinners! Turn, Why Will Ye Die?