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... Death like a narrow sea divides This heavenly land from ours . Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green . So to the Jews old Canaan stood While Jordan rolled between . But timorous mortals start and shrink To ...
... Death like a narrow sea divides This heavenly land from ours . Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green . So to the Jews old Canaan stood While Jordan rolled between . But timorous mortals start and shrink To ...
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... death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore . But however eminent may be the hymnology of Dr. Watts , it can without invidiousness be claimed that he is ranked by King David , if not in numbers , in sublimity . Sixty - seven ...
... death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore . But however eminent may be the hymnology of Dr. Watts , it can without invidiousness be claimed that he is ranked by King David , if not in numbers , in sublimity . Sixty - seven ...
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... death , He enters heaven with prayer . Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways , While angels in their songs rejoice And cry , " Behold , he prays . " The instances cited that the " effectual fervent prayer of a ...
... death , He enters heaven with prayer . Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways , While angels in their songs rejoice And cry , " Behold , he prays . " The instances cited that the " effectual fervent prayer of a ...
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... death , and long before we had any English version this touching " mise- the pathetic cry for mercy , had been heard or sung by multitudes in suffering . rere , But perhaps the great hymn of the middle ages , and indeed of all ages ...
... death , and long before we had any English version this touching " mise- the pathetic cry for mercy , had been heard or sung by multitudes in suffering . rere , But perhaps the great hymn of the middle ages , and indeed of all ages ...
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... Death's dark vale , Yet will I fear no ill ; For thou art with me and thy rod And staff * * * * But the voice was lost and they thought the end had come . " O Lord , " cried Peter Losh , " lift the mist , for it's mair than we can bear ...
... Death's dark vale , Yet will I fear no ill ; For thou art with me and thy rod And staff * * * * But the voice was lost and they thought the end had come . " O Lord , " cried Peter Losh , " lift the mist , for it's mair than we can bear ...
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Adoniram Judson ain countrie Amen angels beautiful Behold Bible Bishop blessed blood Charles Wesley choir Christ Christian Christmas Evans church darkness door earth Edgar Page English eternal Fanny Crosby father fear give glorious glory God's hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Dunster hills hirelin hymn hymnology Isaac Watts Jesus John John Brown Juxta crucem king knocked land language light lil brack sheep lines lived Lone Star loving kindness mercy mighty missionary morning Nahum Tate Neumarck never night o'er Ongole poor praise prayer preach psalm quote rolled salvation sang Scotch seemed sermon sheepfol shepherd Shine sing singers solemn song soul splendid stand star of Bethlehem stood story sung tears tell thee things thou truth unto verse Vinton voice W. T. Stead Watts William Carey wonderful word writer wrote
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Page 16 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 65 - I THINK when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Page 20 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 64 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky. And spangled heavens — a shining frame Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day Doth his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.
Page 1 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 57 - . . At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed,— Broad-cast it o'er the land.
Page 72 - Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
Page 7 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 30 - What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill ; And arts that made fire, flood, and earth, The vassals of his will ; — Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day...
Page 116 - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name.