Hymns of faith and hope, Volume 1J. Nisbet and Company, 1857 - Hymns, English |
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... sorrow lies before thee , None like it in the shadowy past ; — The sharpest throe that ever tore thee , Even tho ' the briefest and the last ! I see the fair moon veil her lustre , I see the sackcloth of the sun ; The shrouding of each ...
... sorrow lies before thee , None like it in the shadowy past ; — The sharpest throe that ever tore thee , Even tho ' the briefest and the last ! I see the fair moon veil her lustre , I see the sackcloth of the sun ; The shrouding of each ...
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... sorrow - soothing shore , - Summer Ocean , how I'll miss thee , When " the sea shall be no more . " Summer Ocean , how I'll miss thee , As along thy strand I range ; Or as here I sit and watch thee In thy 14 NO MORE SEA,
... sorrow - soothing shore , - Summer Ocean , how I'll miss thee , When " the sea shall be no more . " Summer Ocean , how I'll miss thee , As along thy strand I range ; Or as here I sit and watch thee In thy 14 NO MORE SEA,
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... 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 ! B A journey like Elijah's , swift and bright , Caught 17 THE CHANGE,
... 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 ! B A journey like Elijah's , swift and bright , Caught 17 THE CHANGE,
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... sorrow too ! All toil is rest , all grief is gain , With such a prize in view . Come crown and throne , come robe and palm ! Burst forth glad stream of peace ! Come , holy city of the Lamb ! Rise , Sun of Righteousness ! When shall the ...
... sorrow too ! All toil is rest , all grief is gain , With such a prize in view . Come crown and throne , come robe and palm ! Burst forth glad stream of peace ! Come , holy city of the Lamb ! Rise , Sun of Righteousness ! When shall the ...
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... and love still flowing down To pardon and to bless . ' Tis the old sorrow still , The briar and the thorn ; And ' tis the same old solace yet , — The hope of coming morn . No wider is the gate , No broader is the 44 HORA NOVISSIMA,
... and love still flowing down To pardon and to bless . ' Tis the old sorrow still , The briar and the thorn ; And ' tis the same old solace yet , — The hope of coming morn . No wider is the gate , No broader is the 44 HORA NOVISSIMA,
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Alleluia arise art thou awake and sing beauty beneath blessed blest blood blossom bright brightens brow calm Christ cloud dark dawn death desert lilies dream dwelling earth endless eternal Everlasting praises faded fair faith Father fear flowers fresher glad gleam gloom grave grey peak haste heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hope and fear hour HYMN Jehovah Jesus King Lamb of God land life's light live Lord mighty moorland morn name of names night o'er peace Put honour rest rills rise save thee Saviour shade shadow falls shadows shine sigh silent skies sleep smiles song soon sorrow soul sparkling spirit star storm sunshine sweet tears tempest thine thro throne time's toil tomb Trust truth Twas Twill unrifled vanities how vain voice wandering waste wave weary Wilt thou yonder
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Page 145 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 138 - 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 139 - White in His blood most precious Till not a spot remains. I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fulness dwells in Him : He heals all my diseases ; He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases ; He all my sorrows shares.
Page 146 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, 'Behold, I freely give the living water, thirsty one; stoop down and drink and live': I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life-giving stream; my thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in him. 3 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...
Page 140 - 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 139 - I long to be like Jesus, — Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, — The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Page 103 - A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way; And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal Sabbath day. Tis but a little while, * And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign.
Page 237 - 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 65 - 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. Not many lives, but only one have we,— One, only one ; — How sacred should that one life ever be — That narrow span ! — Day after day filled up with blessed toil, Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.
Page 31 - Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died; And as they left us one by one, We laid them side by side. We laid them down to sleep, But not in hope forlorn, We laid them but to ripen there, Till the last glorious morn.