A collection of hymns, for the use of the people called Methodists. With a new suppl. Ed. with tunes, Volum 27

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Pāgina 337 - Dear, dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Pāgina 428 - Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels...
Pāgina 356 - 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...
Pāgina 346 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Pāgina 343 - I'M not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend His cause, Maintain the honor of His word, The glory of His cross. 2 Jesus, my God ! I know His Name, His Name is all my trust ; Nor will He put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.
Pāgina 275 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast : 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And, to the weary, rest.
Pāgina 414 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Pāgina 414 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Pāgina 11 - GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast And our eternal home...
Pāgina 354 - Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.

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