Song 180 · Golden Bells 25
1. Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Saviour, blessed Saviour, Listen whilst we sing, Heart and voices raising Praises to our King; All we have to offer, All we hope to be,. Body, soul, and spirit All we yield to Thee.
Nearer, ever nearer Christ, we draw to Thee, Deep in adoration Bending low the knee: Thou, for our redemption, Cam’st on earth to die; Thou, that we might follow Hast gone up on high
Clearer still, and clearer Dawns the light from heaven, In our sadness bringing News of sin forgiven; Life has lost its shadows, 61 Pure the light within On a world of sin
Onward, ever onward Journeying o’er the road Worn by saints before us, Journeying on to God; Leaving all behind us, May we hasten on Backward never looking till the prize is won
Higher, then, and higher Bear the ransomed soul, Earthly toils forgotten, Saviour, to its goal; where, in joys unthought of, Saints with angels sing, Never, weary, raising Praise to their King.