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... rising storm ! It has awakened me ; My slumbering spirit starts to life anew ; That blinding spray - drift , how it falls upon me , As on the weary flower the freshening dew . That rugged rock - fringe that girds in the ocean , And ...
... rising storm ! It has awakened me ; My slumbering spirit starts to life anew ; That blinding spray - drift , how it falls upon me , As on the weary flower the freshening dew . That rugged rock - fringe that girds in the ocean , And ...
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... me . For all upon this earth is broken beauty , Yet out of all what strange , deep lessons rise ? Each hour is giving out its heaven - sent wisdom , A message from the sea , the shore , the skies . NO MORE SEA . Καὶ ἡ θάλασσα σὐκ ἔστιν ἐτι.
... me . For all upon this earth is broken beauty , Yet out of all what strange , deep lessons rise ? Each hour is giving out its heaven - sent wisdom , A message from the sea , the shore , the skies . NO MORE SEA . Καὶ ἡ θάλασσα σὐκ ἔστιν ἐτι.
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... rise ! Not many more of life's slow - pacing hours , Shaded with sorrow's melancholy hue ; - Oh , what a glad ascending shall be ours , Oh , what a pathway up yon starry blue ! 26 THE CLOUDLESS . A journey like Elijah's , swift 3 THE ...
... rise ! Not many more of life's slow - pacing hours , Shaded with sorrow's melancholy hue ; - Oh , what a glad ascending shall be ours , Oh , what a pathway up yon starry blue ! 26 THE CLOUDLESS . A journey like Elijah's , swift 3 THE ...
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... , my soul , the glory Coming brightly up , O'er yon forest hoary , O'er yon mountain - top . These vanities how vain ! Wander not again . " Tis the bridal morning ; Rise , make no delay ; RETURN UNTO THY REST . 45 Put on thine adorning.
... , my soul , the glory Coming brightly up , O'er yon forest hoary , O'er yon mountain - top . These vanities how vain ! Wander not again . " Tis the bridal morning ; Rise , make no delay ; RETURN UNTO THY REST . 45 Put on thine adorning.
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... vain ! Wander not again . Pierce these mists that blind thee , Press to yonder prize , Break the bonds that bind thee , Rise , my soul , arise ! These vanities how vain ! Wander not again . THE MORNING STAR . THERE is a morning star ,
... vain ! Wander not again . Pierce these mists that blind thee , Press to yonder prize , Break the bonds that bind thee , Rise , my soul , arise ! These vanities how vain ! Wander not again . THE MORNING STAR . THERE is a morning star ,
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Alleluia Amid arise awake awake and sing beauty blessed blest blood blossom bright brow calm Christ cloud dark dawn DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON death DESERT LILIES dream dwelling earth endless eternal eternal grace Everlasting praises everlasting song fair faithful Father fear flower glad glad band gloom glory to thy grace haste heart heart of age heaven heavenly hills holy hour HYMN Jehovah Jesus King Lamb of God land life's light live Lord moorland morn name of names night o'er pain peace precious blood Put honor QUIS SEPARABIT rest rills rise save thee Saviour shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smiles song soon sorrow Sower divine spirit star storm Street Madison sunshine Sweet hope tarry tears tempest thine throne Time's toil tomb Trust truth Twas unrifled voice vols wandering weary wrath is preparing,-flee yonder
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Page 160 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And in that Light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done ! H.
Page 154 - I WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold ; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam.
Page 73 - Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken, Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages, — all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.
Page 250 - I dare not choose my lot : I would not, if I might ; Choose thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
Page 182 - Calm in the hour of buoyant health. Calm in my hour of pain ; Calm in my poverty or wealth, Calm in my loss or gain...
Page 162 - Here would I feed upon the bread of God ; Here drink with Thee the royal wine of Heaven ; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
Page 152 - 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 155 - The Shepherd sought His sheep; The Father sought His child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild. They found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love ; They saved the wandering one.
Page 249 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest.
Page 74 - Tis not for man to trifle ! Life is brief And sin is here ; Our age is but the falling of a leaf — A dropping tear ; We have no time to sport away the hours, All must be earnest in a world like ours.