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Pàgina 69 - 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.
Pàgina 163 - ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Pàgina 222 - Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Pàgina 229 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Pàgina 281 - 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.
Pàgina 236 - See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply Thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove ; Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ! Grace which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age.
Pàgina 201 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot O Lamb of God, I come...
Pàgina 22 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3...
Pàgina 213 - JERUSALEM, my happy home ! •'* Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold...

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