Hymns of the Ages...J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... Thine own this latter day ; To us thy radiant fteps appear ; Here leads thy glorious way ! We shine not only with the light Thou didst fhed down of yore ; On us thou ftreameft ftrong and bright ; Thy comings are not o'er . The fathers ...
... Thine own this latter day ; To us thy radiant fteps appear ; Here leads thy glorious way ! We shine not only with the light Thou didst fhed down of yore ; On us thou ftreameft ftrong and bright ; Thy comings are not o'er . The fathers ...
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... thine ! Praise for the bleffing is of thee . - Speed on thy work , Lord God of hofts ! And when the bondsman's chain is riven , And swells from all our country's coafts The anthem of the free to heaven , O , not to those whom thou haft ...
... thine ! Praise for the bleffing is of thee . - Speed on thy work , Lord God of hofts ! And when the bondsman's chain is riven , And swells from all our country's coafts The anthem of the free to heaven , O , not to those whom thou haft ...
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... thine enemies to flight ! Thou shouldft not fleep as others do ; Awake ; be vigilant ; be brave ! The coward and the fluggard too Must wear the fetters of the slave . A nobler lot is caft for thee ; A kingdom waits thee in the skies ...
... thine enemies to flight ! Thou shouldft not fleep as others do ; Awake ; be vigilant ; be brave ! The coward and the fluggard too Must wear the fetters of the slave . A nobler lot is caft for thee ; A kingdom waits thee in the skies ...
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... thine home , Revealed in sacred lore ; The land whence pilgrims never roam , Where soldiers war no more ; Where grief shall never wound , nor death Disturb the Saviour's reign ; Nor fin , with peftilential breath , His holy realm ...
... thine home , Revealed in sacred lore ; The land whence pilgrims never roam , Where soldiers war no more ; Where grief shall never wound , nor death Disturb the Saviour's reign ; Nor fin , with peftilential breath , His holy realm ...
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... heart of hearts ! O God , may we true servants be , And serve thee ever perfectly . Help us , with all thy children here , To fight and flee with holy fear ; Flee from temptation , and to fight With thine own 28 In Time of War .
... heart of hearts ! O God , may we true servants be , And serve thee ever perfectly . Help us , with all thy children here , To fight and flee with holy fear ; Flee from temptation , and to fight With thine own 28 In Time of War .
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Страница 110 - Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.
Страница 168 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, ** Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Страница 27 - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
Страница 171 - I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold. I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam; But now I love my Father's voice, I love, I love His home.
Страница 289 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Страница 55 - Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice ; I will guide you to your home ; Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 2 Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste...
Страница 260 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Страница 170 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Страница 290 - Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above...
Страница 118 - Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day and death's dark night, 0 gentle Jesus, be our Light.