Author: Gospel Realm

1. Burn, fire of God! My ransomed soul possessing; Pure fire Thou art, and I would dwell in Thee. Light

1. Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow, That a time could ever be, When I let the Saviour’s pity Plead

1. I gave my life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou might’st ransomed be, And quickened from

1. Speed Thy servants, Savour, speed them; Thou art Lord of winds and waves; They were bound, but Thou hast

1. “Let not thy hands be slack,” Live not in vain; Out on life’s lonely track Men toil in pain.