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Pàgina 73 - Be thou my pattern — make me bear More of thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
Pàgina 202 - O thou by whom we come to God— The life, the truth, the way ; The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; Lord, teach us how to pray.
Pàgina 232 - Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet, With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its venomed sting ! 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest ; No fear, no woe shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh for me May such a blissful refuge be ! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space Debars this precious hiding-place ;...
Pàgina 163 - Take my will, and make it Thine; It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart - it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne. Take my love; my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure-store; Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for Thee.
Pàgina 65 - How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heaven. No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive him, still The dear Christ enters in.
Pàgina 274 - While the lambs thy bosom share, — 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in thy gracious arm ; There, we know— thy word believing, Only there, secure from. harm. 3 Never, from thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey ; Let thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them all life's dangerous way.
Pàgina 192 - In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still he calls in cares and pleasures, "Christian, love me more than these!
Pàgina 194 - I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold. I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam; But now I love my Father's voice, I love, I love His home.