| A hymn written by R. Burnham | |
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(1) True faith believes the Word Divine,And with swift wings she flies To Jesus' cross, and doth recline On His rich sacrifice. |
(2) This precious faith which comes from God,Leads always to the Lamb, And is much pleased with pard'ning blood, And drinks the healing balm. |
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(3) Faith says, My Jesus still is mine,Though gloomy clouds arise — Fastens on promises Divine, And soars above the skies — |
(4) Delights in great Jehovah's voice,Dwells on the Saviour's blood, In truth eternal doth rejoice, And ventures all with God |
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(5) Jesus, subdue my ev'ry foe,My little faith increase; Soon from this dreary waste below, Take me to realms of bliss |
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