Hymn - Page 12 of 111 - Visow

He bore the curse that I be blessed

In the heart of Jesus

Glory, everlasting glory

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole

Make me a captive, Lord

Before God put the leaves on the trees

Do you know what you were made for

O Jesus, I have promised

Lord, I was blind; I could not see

As pants the hart for cooling streams