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WE COME TO THEE. 81
He bleeds, My Saviour bleeds! Bleeds!
His Blood is flowing still; My thirsty soul it feeds ; He lets me drink my fill; He bleeds, My Saviour bleeds! Bleeds!
O sweet! O Precious Blood !
What love, what love it breeds! Ransom, Reward, and Food, — He bleeds, My Saviour bleeds! Bleeds!
WE COME TO THEE, SWEET SAVIOUR.
We come to Thee, sweet Saviour! Just because we need Thee so; None need Thee more than we do; Nor are half so vile or low. O bountiful salvation! O life eternal won ! O plentiful redemption! O Blood of Mary's Son! 6