Hymns of the Ages...J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... am weary ! Child , lean thy head Upon my breast . It was Thy rugged path ; my love that spread hope on , till I have said , ' ' ' Reft , rest for aye , above . ” A FIRST SORROW . ARISE ! this day fhall shine 36 Affliction .
... am weary ! Child , lean thy head Upon my breast . It was Thy rugged path ; my love that spread hope on , till I have said , ' ' ' Reft , rest for aye , above . ” A FIRST SORROW . ARISE ! this day fhall shine 36 Affliction .
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... breast Lies the fhadow of unreft ; This no path that Jesus trod ; Can the smooth way lead to God ? But when chaftening ftripes descend , Welcoming as friend doth friend , Thy dear tokens , Lord , I know , And to Thee unerring go ...
... breast Lies the fhadow of unreft ; This no path that Jesus trod ; Can the smooth way lead to God ? But when chaftening ftripes descend , Welcoming as friend doth friend , Thy dear tokens , Lord , I know , And to Thee unerring go ...
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... Procter . HASTE NOT ! REST NOT ! ITHOUT hafte ! without reft ! WITH Bind the motto to thy breast ; Bear it with thee as a spell ; Storm or sunshine , guard it well ! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom , Bear it 76 Patience .
... Procter . HASTE NOT ! REST NOT ! ITHOUT hafte ! without reft ! WITH Bind the motto to thy breast ; Bear it with thee as a spell ; Storm or sunshine , guard it well ! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom , Bear it 76 Patience .
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... only in Thy light , Walking only in Thy might , Leaning on Thy loving breast , Where a weary soul may reft ; Feeling well the peace of God Flowing from Thy gracious Blood ! In this pofture let me live , And hosannas daily Prayer . 99.
... only in Thy light , Walking only in Thy might , Leaning on Thy loving breast , Where a weary soul may reft ; Feeling well the peace of God Flowing from Thy gracious Blood ! In this pofture let me live , And hosannas daily Prayer . 99.
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... breast , Whose love , unfolding like the night , Brings quietude and reft , Glimpse of the fairer life to be , In foretafte here poffeffed ! From aimless wanderings we come , From drifting to and fro ; The wave of being mingles deep ...
... breast , Whose love , unfolding like the night , Brings quietude and reft , Glimpse of the fairer life to be , In foretafte here poffeffed ! From aimless wanderings we come , From drifting to and fro ; The wave of being mingles deep ...
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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.