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... feel that some special circumstances called it forth ; and every hint that I have found makes me wish to know more . Thus the Hymn on page 218 , was found treasured up in a chest in - game poor cottage in England , -that on page 615 is ...
... feel that some special circumstances called it forth ; and every hint that I have found makes me wish to know more . Thus the Hymn on page 218 , was found treasured up in a chest in - game poor cottage in England , -that on page 615 is ...
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... 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.
... 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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Anna Bartlett Warner. Feel as I would when my feet Are slipping over the brink : For it may be I'm nearer home- Nearer now , than I think ! The Charge . A CHARGE to keep I have , A God to glorify ; A never - dying soul to save , And fit ...
Anna Bartlett Warner. Feel as I would when my feet Are slipping over the brink : For it may be I'm nearer home- Nearer now , than I think ! The Charge . A CHARGE to keep I have , A God to glorify ; A never - dying soul to save , And fit ...
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... no distress Curb and control My wingéd soul , And praise suppress . Let not the fear or smart Of his chastising rod , Take off my fervent heart From praising my dear God . Whate'er I feel , Still let me bring This offering 10 HYMNS OF.
... no distress Curb and control My wingéd soul , And praise suppress . Let not the fear or smart Of his chastising rod , Take off my fervent heart From praising my dear God . Whate'er I feel , Still let me bring This offering 10 HYMNS OF.
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Anna Bartlett Warner. Whate'er I feel , Still let me bring This offering , And to him kneel . Though I lose friends and wealth , And bear reproach and shame ; Though I lose ease and health , Still let me praise God's name . That fear and ...
Anna Bartlett Warner. Whate'er I feel , Still let me bring This offering , And to him kneel . Though I lose friends and wealth , And bear reproach and shame ; Though I lose ease and health , Still let me praise God's name . That fear and ...
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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.