Tell Us, Ye Servants of the Lord

1. Tell us, ye servants of the Lord, Where's your great master found?
2. We would see Jesus, does not he Bid contrite sinners come?
Him would we see, whose powerful word Can heal our every wound.
And to such guilty souls as we Proclaim, “There yet is room.”

3. Millions have hastened to his arms,
And now resound his name;
Him would we see whose endless charms
Our anxious hearts inflame.

4. We would see Jesus, for his saints
May lean upon his breast;
Pour out with confidence their plaints,
And find celestial rest.
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