Hymns of the Ages...J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... Let fear and falsehood fly . Anoint our eyes with healing grace , To see , as ne'er before , Our Father in our brother's face , Our Maker in His poor . Flood our dark life with golden day ; Convince , IO In Time of War .
... Let fear and falsehood fly . Anoint our eyes with healing grace , To see , as ne'er before , Our Father in our brother's face , Our Maker in His poor . Flood our dark life with golden day ; Convince , IO In Time of War .
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... face the foe . His right arm is o'er us , He will guide us through : Christ hath gone before us ; Christians ! follow you ! 7. M. Neale . 1851 . THU HUS saith God of His Anointed ; He shall let my people go ; ' Tis the work for Him ...
... face the foe . His right arm is o'er us , He will guide us through : Christ hath gone before us ; Christians ! follow you ! 7. M. Neale . 1851 . THU HUS saith God of His Anointed ; He shall let my people go ; ' Tis the work for Him ...
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... face to face with man . Thomas Gisborne . 1803 . LUTHER'S PRAYER . UR God , our Father , with us stay , OUR And make us keep thy narrow way ; Free us from fin and all its power ; Give us a joyful dying hour ; Deliver us from Satan's ...
... face to face with man . Thomas Gisborne . 1803 . LUTHER'S PRAYER . UR God , our Father , with us stay , OUR And make us keep thy narrow way ; Free us from fin and all its power ; Give us a joyful dying hour ; Deliver us from Satan's ...
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... face . His purposes will ripen fast , Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste , But sweet will be the flower . Blind unbelief is sure to err , And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter , And he will make it ...
... face . His purposes will ripen fast , Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste , But sweet will be the flower . Blind unbelief is sure to err , And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter , And he will make it ...
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... face the Eternal Years . Brave quiet is the thing for thee , Chiding thy scrupulous fears : Learn to be real from the thought Of the Eternal Years . Bear gently , suffer like a child , Nor be ashamed of tears ; Kiss the sweet Cross ...
... face the Eternal Years . Brave quiet is the thing for thee , Chiding thy scrupulous fears : Learn to be real from the thought Of the Eternal Years . Bear gently , suffer like a child , Nor be ashamed of tears ; Kiss the sweet Cross ...
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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.