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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 26, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 43.

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Suffered for Me

By L. D. SANTEE

L. D. SANTEE
How blessed to feel from my care-laden heart, Christ knoweth my sorrows, and bids them depart; To lay my tired head in an infinite rest, On the heart of all others that loves me the best!
When my lips have been touched with the spirit of prayer, I feel that the presence of Jesus is there; From all condemnation my soul is now free, For the blessed Redeemer has suffered for me.
He folds us, as children, close, close, to His breast; When the journey is over, then cometh the rest. He knows all our sorrows, He feels all our need; And in His “green pastures” of love would we feed. Surrendered in all to my Saviour’s control, I give Him my life, and the love of my soul. How sweet ’tis to feel from my sins I am free, For my blessed Redeemer has suffered for me!
How sweet ’tis to feel that His love reaches all; The vile and the sinful respond to His call. His peace, “like a river,” brings joy to the heart; It remains with us always, ne’er, ne’er, to depart. Then welcome the life that is free from all sin, And welcome the “peace” that abideth within. Salvation is offered, all boundless and free; For my blessed Redeemer has suffered for me.