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Exodus 2:22

• [Exo 2:22] I Am A Poor Wayfaring Stranger

  I am a poor wayfaring stranger, While traveling through this world of woe. Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright world to which I go. I’m going there to see my Father; I’m going there no more to roam. Refrain I’m only going over Jordan, I’m only going over home. I know dark clouds will gather round me; I know my way is rough and steep. But golden fields lie out before me Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep. I’m going there to see my mother, She said she’d meet me when I come. Refrain I’ll soon be free from every trial, My body sleep in the churchyard; I’ll drop the cross of self denial And enter on my great reward. I’m going there to see my Savior, To sing His praise forevermore. Refrain

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• [Exo 2:22] A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World

  A pilgrim through this lonely world The blessèd Savior passed; A mourner all His life was He, A dying Lamb at last, A dying Lamb at last. That tender heart that felt for all, For all its life blood gave; It found on earth no resting place Save only in the grave, Save only in the grave. Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross with all its scorn? Or love a faithless, evil world, That wreathed His brow with thorn, That wreathed His brow with thorn? No! facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him, obedient, still, We homeward press through storm or calm To Zion’s blessèd hill, To Zion’s blessèd hill. By faith His boundless glories there Our wondering eyes behold; Those glories which eternal years Shall never all unfold; Shall never all unfold.

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Exodus 34:5

• [Exo 34:5] Great God! To Me The Sight Afford

  Great God! to me the sight afford To him of old allowed; And let my faith behold its Lord Descending in a cloud. In that revealing Spirit come down, Thine attributes proclaim, And to my inmost soul make known The glories of Thy Name. Jehovah, Christ, I Thee adore, Who gav’st my soul to be! Fountain of being, and of power, And great in majesty. The Lord, the mighty God, Thou art; But let me rather prove That name in-spoken to my heart, That favorite name of Love. Merciful God, Thyself proclaim In this polluted breast; Mercy is Thy distinguished name, Which suits a sinner best. Our misery doth for pity call, Our sin implores Thy grace; And Thou art merciful to all Our lost, apostate race.

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