Hymns of the Ages...J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... more ; Where grief shall never wound , nor death Disturb the Saviour's reign ; Nor fin , with peftilential breath , His holy realm profane ; - Where founts of life their treasures yield In ftreams that In Time of War . 27.
... more ; Where grief shall never wound , nor death Disturb the Saviour's reign ; Nor fin , with peftilential breath , His holy realm profane ; - Where founts of life their treasures yield In ftreams that In Time of War . 27.
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... breath of summer's viewless airs . And filent aspirations start , In promptings of their purer thought , Which gently lead the troubled heart To joys not even Hope had wrought . While sorrow's tears our eyes have wet , Shed o'er ...
... breath of summer's viewless airs . And filent aspirations start , In promptings of their purer thought , Which gently lead the troubled heart To joys not even Hope had wrought . While sorrow's tears our eyes have wet , Shed o'er ...
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... Breathing ftill its fervent plea For a closer life with Thee , By that high and holy thing , Fellowship in suffering . O my Lord , the Crucified ! Who for love of me haft died , Mould me by Thy living breath To the likeness of Thy death ...
... Breathing ftill its fervent plea For a closer life with Thee , By that high and holy thing , Fellowship in suffering . O my Lord , the Crucified ! Who for love of me haft died , Mould me by Thy living breath To the likeness of Thy death ...
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... breath , Take not thy presence , Lord , from me , In life or death ! In thee , my hiding - place divine , Be reft throughout life's journeyings given : Then sweeter , holier reft be mine , With Thee in heaven ! Charlotte Elliott ...
... breath , Take not thy presence , Lord , from me , In life or death ! In thee , my hiding - place divine , Be reft throughout life's journeyings given : Then sweeter , holier reft be mine , With Thee in heaven ! Charlotte Elliott ...
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... O Creator , Saviour mine ! Not a drop of falling tears , Not a breath of inward moan , Not a heart - beat which is gone . From the Greek of St. Joannes Damascenus , tranflated by E. B. Browning . J ' ESUS , caft a look on me ; 98 Prayer .
... O Creator , Saviour mine ! Not a drop of falling tears , Not a breath of inward moan , Not a heart - beat which is gone . From the Greek of St. Joannes Damascenus , tranflated by E. B. Browning . J ' ESUS , caft a look on me ; 98 Prayer .
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angels aſk befide bleffing bleft bless bliss breaſt breath bright caft calm Charlotte Elliott cheer Chrift clouds comfort dark dear death divine doth dwell earth eternal everlaſting eyes faith Father fear fhadow fhall fhed fhine fhould fighs fight filent fing fkies fleep flow flowers Frederick Faber ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrife ftrong George Wither glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Hufh HYMN Isaac Watts Jesus laft laſt let thy life's light live Lord Madame Guyon mercy Miss A. A. morning muſt night o'er pain paſt peace Philip Doddridge praise pray prayer reft reign reſt sacred Saviour ſhall ſhine ſkies ſky smile song sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtay ſteps ſtill ſtrength suffering sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art thought throne Thy love truft truth voice wait wandering weary William Cowper wilt wings word
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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.