The Wesleyan Sunday-Scholar's Hymn Book

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General Wesleyan Reform Committee, 1857 - 127 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 33 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.
Pàgina 42 - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, for ever and for evermore, the Star— The Star of Bethlehem...
Pàgina 68 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Pàgina 22 - THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy ; The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
Pàgina 12 - Jesus ! hear our humble prayer, Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep ; Let Thy mercy and Thy care All our souls in safety keep.
Pàgina 42 - Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let thy bright beams arise ; Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 2 Convince us of our sin ; Then lead to Jesus' blood; And to our wondering view reveal The secret love of God.
Pàgina 15 - How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin ? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God.
Pàgina 17 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age ; It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; Its truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Pàgina 20 - I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good.
Pàgina 81 - Rivers to the ocean run. Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.

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