Hymn | Visow | Page 12

Christ to me is so subjective

God has made all things

He healeth me, oh, bless His name

Have you felt the Father’s love

Chosen by God in ages past

My life, my love, I give to Thee

There’s a way before us and a race to run

Oh, come, all ye graced ones; break forth with rejoicing

In the secret of His presence

Day is dying in the west (revised)