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... death to my lips Presses the awful chrysm . Saviour , perfect my trust , Strengthen the might of my faith ; Let me feel as I would when I stand On the rock of the shore of death ; Feel as I would when my feet Are slipping over 2 HYMNS OF.
... death to my lips Presses the awful chrysm . Saviour , perfect my trust , Strengthen the might of my faith ; Let me feel as I would when I stand On the rock of the shore of death ; Feel as I would when my feet Are slipping over 2 HYMNS OF.
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... death ! Upward . NEARER , my God , to thee , Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be , Nearer , my God , to thee , Nearer to thee ! Though like the wanderer , The sun gone down , Darkness ...
... death ! Upward . NEARER , my God , to thee , Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be , Nearer , my God , to thee , Nearer to thee ! Though like the wanderer , The sun gone down , Darkness ...
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... death conspire To rob thee of thy praise , Still towards thee I'll aspire , And thou dull hearts canst raise . Open thy door ; And when grim death Shall stop this breath , I'll praise thee more . With thy triumphant flock Then I shall ...
... death conspire To rob thee of thy praise , Still towards thee I'll aspire , And thou dull hearts canst raise . Open thy door ; And when grim death Shall stop this breath , I'll praise thee more . With thy triumphant flock Then I shall ...
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... . " Lord , why is this ? " I trembling cried , " Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ? " " Tis in this way , " the Lord replied , " I answer prayer for grace and faith . " These inward trials I employ , From self and 14 HYMNS OF.
... . " Lord , why is this ? " I trembling cried , " Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ? " " Tis in this way , " the Lord replied , " I answer prayer for grace and faith . " These inward trials I employ , From self and 14 HYMNS OF.
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... death : And if my soul were sent to hell , Thy righteous law approves it well . Yet save a trembling sinner , Lord , Whose hope , still hovering round thy word , Would light on some sweet promise there , Some sure support against ...
... death : And if my soul were sent to hell , Thy righteous law approves it well . Yet save a trembling sinner , Lord , Whose hope , still hovering round thy word , Would light on some sweet promise there , Some sure support against ...
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Abba Father angels Art thou behold bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright Canaan canst Christ clouds crown dark dear death divine doth dwell earth earthly Eben-ezer eternal everlasting everlasting love evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feet foes give glorious glory God's gracious grief Hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God land light live look Lord love possess mortal never nigh night o'er pain peace poor praise pray prayer promise rapturous songs Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Satan Saviour seek shalt shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrow soul spirit stand strength strong to save sweet tears tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throne thy grace thy hand thy love trembling trust unto voice wait weary weep ye saints
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Page 5 - 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 334 - O thou by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way; The path of prayer Thyself hast trod: Lord teach us how to pray
Page 137 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Page 34 - 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.
Page 164 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 6 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Page 199 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast.
Page 163 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 469 - Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come.
Page 334 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.