He looked for a city whose maker is God. Heb. 11. 10

Matlock’s Selection   S.M.

What is this world to me?
This world is not my home;
A scene of pain, of grief, and woe;
When will my Saviour come?

Come, O thou Saviour dear,
And cheer my fainting soul!
Appear, O gracious Lord, appear,
And make the sinner whole.

Give me, O Lord, to prove
Thy pardoning love so sweet,
That I may ever lay my soul
At the dear Saviour’s feet.

Give me thy lowly mind,
Thy love to me impart,
And grant that I may ever find
The Saviour in my heart.

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