Hymns of the Ages...J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... Cast every weight aside ! Do battle with each fin ; Fight with the faithless world without , The faithless heart within . Take thy first meal with God ! He is thy heavenly food ; Feed with and on Him ; he with thee Will feaft in ...
... Cast every weight aside ! Do battle with each fin ; Fight with the faithless world without , The faithless heart within . Take thy first meal with God ! He is thy heavenly food ; Feed with and on Him ; he with thee Will feaft in ...
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... solitude to fhed The penitential tear , And all his promises to plead Where none but God can hear . I love to think on mercies past , And future good implore , And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom Prayer . 117.
... solitude to fhed The penitential tear , And all his promises to plead Where none but God can hear . I love to think on mercies past , And future good implore , And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom Prayer . 117.
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Caroline Snowden Guild. And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore . I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my ftrength renew , While here by tempefts driven . Thus , when life's ...
Caroline Snowden Guild. And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore . I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my ftrength renew , While here by tempefts driven . Thus , when life's ...
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... cast , But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore . Then , thou Church triumphant , come , Raise the song of Harvest - Home ! All are safely gathered in , Free from sorrow , free from fin , There forever , purified , In God's ...
... cast , But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore . Then , thou Church triumphant , come , Raise the song of Harvest - Home ! All are safely gathered in , Free from sorrow , free from fin , There forever , purified , In God's ...
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... sweet gale That wafts you smooth along . Or fhould the surges rise , And peace delay to come , Bleft is the sorrow , kind the storm , That drives us nearer home . P The people of His choice He will not cast 258 Old Age .
... sweet gale That wafts you smooth along . Or fhould the surges rise , And peace delay to come , Bleft is the sorrow , kind the storm , That drives us nearer home . P The people of His choice He will not cast 258 Old Age .
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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.