Hymns of the Kingdom of God

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Henry Sloane Coffin, Ambrose White Vernon
Barnes, 1916 - 64 pāgines
 

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Pāgina 235 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Pāgina 162 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart; Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart: Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget!
Pāgina 381 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made...
Pāgina 125 - Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.
Pāgina 333 - If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
Pāgina 9 - God, who hast given us grace at this time, with one accord, to make our common supplications unto thee ; and dost promise, that when two or three are gathered together in thy Name, thou wilt grant their requests...
Pāgina 239 - Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Pāgina 350 - MY God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Pāgina 250 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pāgina 104 - It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear Name ! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place, My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring.

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