Fifteen Years with the Outcast by Mrs. (Mother) Roberts Florence
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(Illustration: music)
near me, Ei-ther by day or by night; For when thou art nigh the Sa-tan's Al--lur--ing paths of sin; My Sav-ior, to thee the (Illustration: music) tempt-er doth fly, Thou dost help me to put him to flight, glo--ry all be, Now help me some lost ones to win. REFRAIN. (Illustration: music) Near--er, still near--er, Come to me o'er and o'er. (Illustration: music) Near-er to thee, Sav-ior, I'd be, Now and for--ev--er--more] Without exception all kneel as the consecrated young brother makes fervent, passionate appeal to the throne of mercy and grace. "Will one of our congregation now call for a song?" "No. 18." "Very good, we will sing No. 18." Rescue the perishing, care for the dying, |
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