On Hope's Broken Wing.
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CAN IT EVER BE?
O God! how can it ever be,
That I Thy glorious face can see,
Be cleansed from sin by Thy Son's blood,
"Which for man's sins so freely flowed?
That when Thou comest with Thy band
Of mighty angels fair and grand,
To make Thy jewels up for Thee,
That Thou wilt then remember me?
That I Thy glorious face can see,
Be cleansed from sin by Thy Son's blood,
"Which for man's sins so freely flowed?
That when Thou comest with Thy band
Of mighty angels fair and grand,
To make Thy jewels up for Thee,
That Thou wilt then remember me?
But, ah! how can I ever be
A jewel bright and glow for Thee,
And live with Thee in that fair land,
And with Thy hosts of angels stand?
For now I am so vile and weak,
But trembling, lone, Thy ways I seek,
Thy blood to cleanse. Thy love to guide,
And lead me to my Saviour's side.
A jewel bright and glow for Thee,
And live with Thee in that fair land,
And with Thy hosts of angels stand?
For now I am so vile and weak,
But trembling, lone, Thy ways I seek,
Thy blood to cleanse. Thy love to guide,
And lead me to my Saviour's side.
ON HOPE'S BROKEN WING.
On hope's broken wing my spirit once fell,
From joy's sunny heights to great depths of woe;
And music's sweet strains in sadness did swell,
Life's garden of flowers was covered with snow.
From joy's sunny heights to great depths of woe;
And music's sweet strains in sadness did swell,
Life's garden of flowers was covered with snow.
But a bright little bird sang of God's love,
"I, even I, to the ground can not fall,
"I, even I, to the ground can not fall,
