Oh, I leave it all with Jesus, day by day;
Faith can firmly trust Him, come what may;
Hope has dropp'd for aye her anchor, found her rest;
In the calm, sure haven of His breast.
Love esteems it joy of heaven to abide
At His side ! At His side !
Love esteems it joy of Heaven to abide,
At His side ! At His side !
Leave, oh, leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul;
Tell not half thy story, but the whole;
Worlds on worlds are hanging ever on His hand,
Life and death are waiting His command,
Yet His tender, loving mercy makes thee room:
Oh, come home ! Oh, come home !
Yes His tender, loving mercy makes thee room:
Oh, come home ! Oh, come home !
Lyrics Mrs.E.H.Willis Arr. Music James McGranahan
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