I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY.

1. I love to tell the sto-ry Of unseen things above, Of Je-sus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love.

1. A-bide with me! Fast falls the even tide, The darkness deepens-Lord, with me a bide!

1. Come, ye dis-con-so-late, where'er ye lan-guish; Come to the mercy-seat, fer vent-ly kneel;

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

1. Mighty God! while angels bless thee, May a mortal lisp thy name? Lord of men, as well as an-gels! D. S.-Sounded thro' the wide crea-tion,

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ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to de-liv-er Their land from error's chain.