1. Song-land fair, O-ver there, Free from sorrow, free from care; Angels bright, 2. Toils are o'er, Near the shore, Near the blessed Ever-more; Hand in hand, អ Robed in white, Dwell in peace and pure de-light. By and by, Shadows nigh, No. 187. S. L. He Loves Even Me. COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY E. O. EXCELL. Scott Lawrence. ។ 1. When I think of my Sav-ior's great love, In com-ing from Heav-en a2. When I think of the thorns on His brow, Seems as if I can see Je-sus 3. When I think how He saves me from sin, Though often un-grate-ful I've bove, To die on the tree For a sin-ner like me, I am sure that He now, As He suf-fered for me," That my soul might be free: I am sure that He been, My vow I re-new, "To be faith-ful and true;" I am sure that He sweet, Makes my joy so complete When I think how He loves e-ven me. ... 2. I 1. With sor-row and woe I was cruelly crowned, And beat-en with plead by the cross, where I suffered and died;-I point to the rose from the grave and as-cend - ed on high, While angels were 3. I b6 bet stripes, tho' no blame could be found; In hate-ful de- ri- sion they mocked at My wounds in My hands, feet and side; O let Me come in to your heart and rechant - ing their songs in the sky; Thro' ages un-end-ing the theme of My CHORUS, shame, They scorned proffered mercy, re-ject-ing My claim. main, The King of Re-demp-tion for ever to reign. I suffered in love Shall sound thro' the man-sions of glory above. si-lence be-cause of your sin, I died broken-hearted to save sin-ful men. 1. Christ found me lost 2. He · in sor-row's night, Up on my soul a crim-son blight; drew me to His loving heart, And bade me nev-er-more de- part; 3. When I, in weak-ness, al-most fail, Still does His love for me pre- vail, My stain of sin He made as snow,-He loves me better than I know. CHORUS. He loves me better than I know; Wher-e'er I stray His love will go There is no other loves me so, He loves me better than I know. |