Carmina Evangelica: Or, Hymns Chiefly Collected from Various Authors

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William Maurice (independent minister)
R.M. Holden, 1839 - 203 pÓgines
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PÓgina 116 - 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.
PÓgina 112 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
PÓgina 72 - 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.
PÓgina 44 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
PÓgina 125 - I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
PÓgina 81 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
PÓgina 10 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
PÓgina 113 - HARK ! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King: Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled.
PÓgina 37 - MY former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; „ I feel, alas ! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah, whither shall I fly ? I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door. 3 When I review my ways, I dread impending doom ; But sure a friendly whisper says,
PÓgina 43 - 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.

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