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Page 395 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Page 96 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
Page 352 - MJUST 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.
Page 215 - Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all...
Page 190 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Page 112 - Fear not," said he (for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind), "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Page 49 - 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.
Page 178 - FOR a thousand tongues to sing ^-' My dear Redeemer's praise ; The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace ! 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of Thy Name.