92. How Sweet Away From Self to Flee

8,7, P.M.
by A.M. Stoney
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How sweet away from self to flee,
 
And shelter in our Savior;
 
Oh! precious grace, with Him’s our place,
 
In God’s eternal favor.
 
Jesus the goal before our soul,
 
The One we know in glory;
 
While we’re on earth, we’d tell His worth,
 
A saved one’s sweetest story.
“To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.” (Ephesians 1:6)
“Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ.” (Philippians 3:8)
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