F. J. Crosby

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HERE from the world we turn,

Jesus to seek;

Here may His loving voice

Tenderly speak.

Jesus, our dearest Friend,

While at Thy feet we bend,

Oh, let Thy smile descend!

’Tis Thee we seek.

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Come, Holy Comforter,

Presence Divine,

Now in our longing hearts

Graciously shine;

Oh, for Thy mighty power!

Oh, for a blessed shower,

Filling this hallowed hour

With joy divine!

3

Saviour, Thy work revive,

Here may we see

Those who are dead in sin

Quickened by Thee;

Come to our hearts’ delight,

Make every burden light,

Cheer Thou our waiting sight;

We long for Thee.