Spiritual Songs, for Social Worship: Adapted to the Use of Families and Private Circles in Seasons of Revival, to Missionary Meetings, to the Monthly Concert, and Other Occasions of Special Interest

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G. Tracy, 1837 - 328 pāgines
 

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Pāgina 249 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Pāgina 93 - Blow ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound ; The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Pāgina 95 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, 'Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Pāgina 173 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Kindle a flame of sacred love ģ In these cold hearts of ours.
Pāgina 23 - Jesus' blood; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 644 8s, 7s & 4s. T ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, •*-* Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ; O refresh us, : Travelling through this wilderness.
Pāgina 21 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying friend. Here I'll sit for ever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
Pāgina 267 - 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.
Pāgina 11 - 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 be past ; Safe into the haven guide ; O receive my soul at last...
Pāgina 49 - I'd sing His glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect heavenly dress, My soul shall ever shine. 3 I'd sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, Exalted on His throne ; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known.
Pāgina 249 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

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