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... doth rage in the midst of the Church ; and find kinder cause than hypocrisy , for a ruffled temper and an unsteady walk ! Even Christian gave way a little , when " Apollyon wounded him in his head , his hand , and foot . " The Church ...
... doth rage in the midst of the Church ; and find kinder cause than hypocrisy , for a ruffled temper and an unsteady walk ! Even Christian gave way a little , when " Apollyon wounded him in his head , his hand , and foot . " The Church ...
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... doth hold In his fold , Is my shepherd kind and heedful , Is my shepherd , and doth keep Me , his sheep , Still supplied with all things needful . He feedeth me in fields which lie Fresh and green , Mottled with spring's flowery ...
... doth hold In his fold , Is my shepherd kind and heedful , Is my shepherd , and doth keep Me , his sheep , Still supplied with all things needful . He feedeth me in fields which lie Fresh and green , Mottled with spring's flowery ...
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... Half so bright , so sweet , as ours ? Doth a skilful , healing friend , On thy daily path attend , And , where thorns and stings abound , Shed a balm on every wound ? When the tempest rolls on high , Hast thou still 40 HYMNS OF.
... Half so bright , so sweet , as ours ? Doth a skilful , healing friend , On thy daily path attend , And , where thorns and stings abound , Shed a balm on every wound ? When the tempest rolls on high , Hast thou still 40 HYMNS OF.
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... doth call , Thou canst give all ! O let me never be forgot ! In death be near , my fears to drown ; In grief before me , as a crown ; Help , Jesus , the cast down ! Art thou the Shepherd of the weak ? Then in thy hands myself I lay ...
... doth call , Thou canst give all ! O let me never be forgot ! In death be near , my fears to drown ; In grief before me , as a crown ; Help , Jesus , the cast down ! Art thou the Shepherd of the weak ? Then in thy hands myself I lay ...
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... And gold is sordid dust . All my capacious powers can wish , In thee doth richly meet ; Nor to mine eyes is light so dear , Nor friendship half so sweet . Thy grace still dwells upon my heart , And sheds THE CHURCH MILITANT . 53 33.
... And gold is sordid dust . All my capacious powers can wish , In thee doth richly meet ; Nor to mine eyes is light so dear , Nor friendship half so sweet . Thy grace still dwells upon my heart , And sheds THE CHURCH MILITANT . 53 33.
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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.