246 THE METHODIST HYMN-BOOK ILLUSTRATED

Here, I ll raise my Ebenezer, Hither, by thy grace I m come,

So I hope by thy good pleasure Safely to arrive at home.

III.

Jesus sought me when a stranger

Wand ring from the fold of God, He to rescue me from danger

Interpos d his precious blood ; How his kindness yet pursues me

Mortal tongue can never tell, Cloth d in flesh, till death shall loose me

I cannot proclaim it well !

IV.

Oh ! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I m constrain d to be, Let that grace, now, like a Fetter,

Bind my wand ring Soul to thee ; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love, Here s my Heart! Lord, take and seal it,

Seal it for thy Courts above.

V.

Oh ! that day when freed from sinning,

I shall see thy lovely face, Clothed then in blood wash d Linnen

How I ll sing thy boundless grace ; Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,

Take my ransom d Soul away, Send Thine Angel hosts to carry

Me to realms of Endless Day !

VI.

If Thou ever didst discover

Unto me the promis d Land, Let me now the stream pass over,

On the heavenly Canaan stand ; Now destroy whate er opposes,

Into thine Embrace I d fly, Speak the Word, thou didst to Moses,

Bid me, Lord, Come up and Die.

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