A Collection of Hymns ‎#189

189. All ye who seek a certain cure

1 All ye who seek a certain cure
In trouble and distress,
Whatever sorrow vex the mind
Our guilt the soul opress:

2 Jesus, who gave himself for you
Upon the cross to die;
Opens to you his pitying heart
Oh, now to him draw nigh!

3 Ye hear how kindly he invites
Ye hear his words so blest;--
"All ye that labor, come to me,
And I will give you rest."

4 O Saviour, Joy of saints on high!
O hope of sinners here!
Attracted by those loving words
To thee I lift my prayer.

5 Wash thou my wounds in that dear blood
Which forth from thee doth flow;
New grace, new hope, inspire-- a new.
A better heart bestow.

Text Information

• First Line: All ye who seek a certain cure
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1859

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