A selection of hymns adapted to divine worship, with a few poems

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Hatchard, 1820 - 114 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 74 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought : But, when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought.
Pàgina 73 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Pàgina 48 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Pàgina 49 - FOR a closer walk with God ! A. calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Pàgina 39 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Pàgina 1 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
Pàgina 78 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly — Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-lids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on thy judgment throne — Rock of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! 42.
Pàgina 73 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too : Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.
Pàgina 88 - As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream ; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; All below is but a dream.
Pàgina 49 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.

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