Hymns of faith and hope, Volume 1J. Nisbet and Company, 1857 - Hymns, English |
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... tempest stirs the echoes Of the wood , or wave , or hill : Where the morn shall wake in gladness , And the noon the joy prolong , Where the daylight dies in fragrance , ' Mid the burst of holy song : Brother , we shall meet and rest ...
... tempest stirs the echoes Of the wood , or wave , or hill : Where the morn shall wake in gladness , And the noon the joy prolong , Where the daylight dies in fragrance , ' Mid the burst of holy song : Brother , we shall meet and rest ...
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... tempest , but take no alarm , Has not their placid verdure sweetly taught me The peace within when all without is storm ? And thou keen sun - flash , through the cloud - wreath bursting , Silvering the sea , the sward , the rock , the ...
... tempest , but take no alarm , Has not their placid verdure sweetly taught me The peace within when all without is storm ? And thou keen sun - flash , through the cloud - wreath bursting , Silvering the sea , the sward , the rock , the ...
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... again . Thou hast reach'd thy dwelling ; Safe , sure anchorage From the perilous swelling Of the tempest's rage . These vanities how vain ! Wander not again . C Tranquil hours now greet thee , In thy calm abode 33 RETURN UNTO THY REST,
... again . Thou hast reach'd thy dwelling ; Safe , sure anchorage From the perilous swelling Of the tempest's rage . These vanities how vain ! Wander not again . C Tranquil hours now greet thee , In thy calm abode 33 RETURN UNTO THY REST,
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... tempest On the wing of the cloud ; The moan of the night - blast Is fitful and loud ; The mountains are heaving , The forests are bow'd , The ocean is surging , Earth gathers its shroud . Then haste , sinner , haste , there is mercy 47 ...
... tempest On the wing of the cloud ; The moan of the night - blast Is fitful and loud ; The mountains are heaving , The forests are bow'd , The ocean is surging , Earth gathers its shroud . Then haste , sinner , haste , there is mercy 47 ...
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... tempest Its ruler shall come , And the blaze of his glory Flash out from its gloom , - Then haste , sinner , haste , there is mercy for thee , And wrath is preparing , -flee , lingerer , flee ! With clouds He is coming ! His people ...
... tempest Its ruler shall come , And the blaze of his glory Flash out from its gloom , - Then haste , sinner , haste , there is mercy for thee , And wrath is preparing , -flee , lingerer , flee ! With clouds He is coming ! His people ...
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Alleluia arise beauty beneath blessed blood blossom break breath bright bring brow calm cease Christ cloud comes dark dawn dear death dream dwelling earth endless eternal everlasting fair faith Father fear flowers fresh give glad gloom glory gone grave hand happy haste hear heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour Jesus keep King land less life's light live look Lord meet miss morn never night o'er pain pass past peace praises rest rise Saviour seems shade shadows shine silent skies sleep smiles song soon sorrow soul spirit spring star storm strange summer sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou thought toil tomb true Trust truth Twas voice wandering waste wave weary wing
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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.