I must have the Saviour with me, For I dare not walk alone; I must feel His presence near me And His arm around me thrown. CHORUS: Then my soul shall fear no ill; Let Him lead me where He will, I will go without a murmur, And His footsteps follow still. I must have
She only touched the hem of His garment As to His side she stole, Amid the crowd that gathered around Him, And straightway she was whole. Chorus Oh, touch the hem of His garment, And thou, too, shalt be free; His saving power, this very hour, Shall give new life to thee! She came in
I am praying, blessèd Saviour, To be more and more like Thee; I am praying that Thy Spirit Like a dove may rest on me. CHORUS: Thou who knowest all my weakness, Thou who knowest all my care, While I plead each precious promise, Hear, oh, hear and answer prayer! I am praying to be
Hold Thou my hand! So weak I am, and helpless, I dare not take one step without Thy aid; Hold Thou my hand, for then, O loving Saviour, No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid. Hold Thou my hand! And closer, closer draw me To Thy dear self, my hope, my joy, my
Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by His love o’ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! ’tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of Glory, Over the jasper sea. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by
Jesus, keep me near the cross; There a precious fountain, Free to all, a healing stream, Flows from Calvary’s mountain. In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever, Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. Near the cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and
As we approach Eastertime, let’s consider drawing nearer to the cross of Jesus, as suggested in this hymn. I am Thine, O Lord; I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith And be closer drawn to Thee. Draw me nearer, nearer,
You may be inclined not to read about this commonly-used hymn and its well-known author, but may be surprised to learn of the song’s early years of disuse. Read on! To God be the glory, great things He hath done; So loved He the world that He gave us His Son, Who yielded His life
He Hideth My Soul A wonderful Saviour is Jesus, my Lord, A wonderful Saviour to me; He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, Where rivers of pleasure I see. Chorus: He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock That shadows a dry, thirsty land; He hideth my life in the
Rescue the Perishing Rescue the perishing, care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. Rescue the perishing, care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save. Down in the human heart, crushed
