Hymns of the Ages...J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... . " Every inmost aspiration is God's angel undefiled ; · And in every O my Father ! ' flumbers deep a HERE , MY CHILD ! " " ROXBURY , October 3 , 1864 . C. S. W. A. E. G. CONTENTS . IN TIME OF WAR . AFFLICTION . PATIENCE vi Preface .
... . " Every inmost aspiration is God's angel undefiled ; · And in every O my Father ! ' flumbers deep a HERE , MY CHILD ! " " ROXBURY , October 3 , 1864 . C. S. W. A. E. G. CONTENTS . IN TIME OF WAR . AFFLICTION . PATIENCE vi Preface .
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... heaps of gold , All dreamers toss and figh . When the pain is soreft , the child is born , And the day is darkest before the morn Of the day of the Lord at hand . Gather you , gather you , angels of God ; In Time of War . 3.
... heaps of gold , All dreamers toss and figh . When the pain is soreft , the child is born , And the day is darkest before the morn Of the day of the Lord at hand . Gather you , gather you , angels of God ; In Time of War . 3.
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... child , see how the waters boil ? The night - black heavens look angry - faced ; But life is little loss . " I'll carry thee with joy , If needs be , safe as neftling dove : For o'er this ftream I pilgrims bring In service to one Chrift ...
... child , see how the waters boil ? The night - black heavens look angry - faced ; But life is little loss . " I'll carry thee with joy , If needs be , safe as neftling dove : For o'er this ftream I pilgrims bring In service to one Chrift ...
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... child . No more Arprobus swerved , But gained the farther bank , and then A voice cried , " Hence Christopheros be ! For carrying , thou haft carried ME , The King of angels and of men , The Mafter thou haft served . " And in the ...
... child . No more Arprobus swerved , But gained the farther bank , and then A voice cried , " Hence Christopheros be ! For carrying , thou haft carried ME , The King of angels and of men , The Mafter thou haft served . " And in the ...
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... children , wife , Yet is their profit small : These things fhall vanish all , The City of God remaineth . Martin Luther . 1483-1501 . BURIED TOGETHER . TO COLONEL ROBERT G. SHAW . O FAIR - HAIRED Northern hero , With thy guard of dusky ...
... children , wife , Yet is their profit small : These things fhall vanish all , The City of God remaineth . Martin Luther . 1483-1501 . BURIED TOGETHER . TO COLONEL ROBERT G. SHAW . O FAIR - HAIRED Northern hero , With thy guard of dusky ...
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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.