Words of peace; or, The blessings and trials of sickness

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Page 116 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 130 - Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear! It is not night if Thou be near...
Page 125 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds. And drives away his fear.
Page 124 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Page 129 - I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his Blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.
Page 132 - ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, — I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee. 3...
Page 128 - 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 130 - 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.
Page 128 - Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious Blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming Love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
Page 115 - Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.

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