The Blessed Life: Favorite Hymns

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Roberts Brothers, 1878 - 235 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 37 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.
Pàgina 123 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Pàgina 178 - SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again, A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.
Pàgina 220 - Lord) it belongs not to my Care " "5 T '"'I [ORD, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give. If life be long I will be glad, That I may long obey; If short — yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day ? CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before; He that unto GOD'S kingdom comes, Must enter by this door.
Pàgina 123 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Pàgina 74 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.
Pàgina 204 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
Pàgina 76 - Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee: E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
Pàgina 152 - THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light ; Inly I sigh for thy repose ; My heart is pained ; nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in thee.
Pàgina 219 - With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory, "What bliss beyond compare.

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