Psalms 116- Precious Jesus Come To Me
Precious Jesus come to me
I was lost but now I see
Beautiful is the sight of thee
The man who endured the tree
Precious Jesus come to me
For He hears my cries
In our darkest hour
His faithfulness does arise
Precious Jesus come to me
For my soul was destined for Hell
Ensnared by the lies of life
Until You made me well
Precious Jesus come to me
My eyes fill with tears
My feet do nothing but stumble
But You preserve those You love dear
Precious Jesus come to me
When I hold my deceased child
In our greatest afflictions
Your love is tender, sweet, and mild
Precious Jesus come to me
We offer You thanksgiving and praise
And walk in the land of the living
With You all of our days
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