Dried Flowers and Book with When I a ransomed sinner see and Children of the heavenly King

When I a ransomed sinner see,
Redeemed from death, from sin set free,
It causes no surprise to me,-
It’s just like my Savior.

When all pollution’s washed away,
And I am kept from day to day,
My throbbing heart with joy can say,
It’s just like my Savior.

While bowing at the mercy-seat,
He comes my waiting soul to greet,
And our communion is so sweet,-
It’s just like my Savior.

And when my hour shall come to die,
His holy angels from the sky
Will bear me to my home on high,-
It’s just like my Savior.

Chorus
Oh, Jesus is a friend so true!
There’s naught too hard for Him to do;
He purchased life for me and you,-
It’s just like my Savior.

Rev. H. J. ZelleyChildren of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour’s worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.

We are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

Shout, ye little flock and blest;
Ye on Jesus’ throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father’s Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.

Rev. John Cennick