Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in Thee I find! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within; Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. BEHOLD A STRANGER. Behold a Stranger at the door: He gently knocks, has knocked before; Has waited long, is waiting still: You treat no other friend so ill. Oh, lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and laden hands; Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. But will He prove a friend indeed? He will, the very friend you need-- The Friend of sinners; yes, 'tis He, With garments dyed on Calvary. Rise, touched with gratitude divine, Turn out His enemy and thine; That soul-destroying monster, sin; And let the heavenly Stranger in. GLORY TO HIS NAME! Down at the cross where my Saviour died, Down where for cleansing from sin I cried, There to my heart was the blood applied-- Glory to His name! CHORUS: Glory to His name, Glory to His name! There to my heart was the blood applied-- Glory to His name! I am so wondrously saved from sin,-- Jesus so sweetly abides within,-- There at the cross where He took me in-- Glory to His name! O precious fountain that saves from sin, I am so glad I have entered in; There Jesus saved me and keeps me clean-- Glory to His name! Come to this fountain so rich and sweet. Cast thy poor soul at the Saviour's feet. Plunge in today, and be made complete-- Glory to His name! DEPTH OF MERCY! Depth of mercy! can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? I have long withstood His grace, Long provoked Him to His face; Would not hearken to His calls; Grieved Him by a thousand falls. Now incline me to repent, Let me now my sins lament; Now my foul revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more. I WAS A WAND'RING SHEEP. I was a wand'ring sheep, I did not love the fold: I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home; I did not love my Father's voice; I loved afar to roam. The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child, They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild; They found me nigh to death, Famished and faint, and lone; They bound me with the bands of love; They saved the wand'ring one.