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... sure do I 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 ...
... sure do I 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 ...
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... With feeble light , and half obscure , Poor mortals thy arrangements view , Not knowing that they all are sure , And , though mysterious , just and true . Thy flock , thy own peculiar care , Though now THE CHURCH MILITANT . 7.
... With feeble light , and half obscure , Poor mortals thy arrangements view , Not knowing that they all are sure , And , though mysterious , just and true . Thy flock , thy own peculiar care , Though now THE CHURCH MILITANT . 7.
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... Jesus appears in your view , As he is beloved or not , So God is disposéd to you , And mercy or wrath is your lot . Some take him a creature to be , A man or an angel at most ; Sure these have not feelings like me , Nor know 20 HYMNS OF.
... Jesus appears in your view , As he is beloved or not , So God is disposéd to you , And mercy or wrath is your lot . Some take him a creature to be , A man or an angel at most ; Sure these have not feelings like me , Nor know 20 HYMNS OF.
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Anna Bartlett Warner. Sure these have not feelings like me , Nor know themselves wretched and lost . So guilty , so helpless am I , I durst not confide in his blood , Nor on his protection rely , Unless I were sure he is God . Some call ...
Anna Bartlett Warner. Sure these have not feelings like me , Nor know themselves wretched and lost . So guilty , so helpless am I , I durst not confide in his blood , Nor on his protection rely , Unless I were sure he is God . Some call ...
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... save a trembling sinner , Lord , Whose hope , still hovering round thy word , Would light on some sweet promise there , Some sure support against despair . He hath Borne our Griefs . SURELY Christ thy griefs 22 22 HYMNS OF.
... save a trembling sinner , Lord , Whose hope , still hovering round thy word , Would light on some sweet promise there , Some sure support against despair . He hath Borne our Griefs . SURELY Christ thy griefs 22 22 HYMNS OF.
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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.