Fifteen Years with the Outcast by Mrs. (Mother) Roberts Florence
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Some one spoke to me of Je--sus, Said he'd come to call on me, Some one told me how he suf-fered, Said, "For you and me he died." Some one gave the in--vi--ta--tion, And we bowed in humble prayer; Lov--ing Sav-ior, how I thank thee Some one came to me that day-Oh, I know that man-y oth--ers Would be glad if "some one" came. Said no mat-ter how I'd fall--en, He from sin would set me free. "Does, oh, does he love so dear--ly? Tell me more of him," I cried. Soon I felt my sins for-giv--en; Thro' his grace I'll meet you there, Some one rep-re-sent-ing Je--sus, And I turned thee not a--way. Bring-ing lov--ing in--vi--ta--tion From their lives of sin and shame. Some one told me how he loved me, And was knocking at my door; Some one told me he is com-ing Soon to take his loved ones home,-- There in mansions bright with glo-ry. Oh,'tis won-der-ful to me Bless, oh, bless that loving some one, Sent by Je-sus Christ our Lord; In--to lives of peace and glo--ry, Thro' the blood of Christ the Lamb: He had oft-en stood there plead-ing, Had been man-y times be-fore. Told me he was there to par--don, If I now to him would come. That the vil-est he is seek-ing From their sins to set them free! Help me, now that I am blood-washed, Wit-ness to thy precious word. Send me pray-ing, bless-ed Je--sus, With that song, "Just as I am." |
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