Hymns of Faith and Hope. First Series

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J. Nisbet and Company, 1865 - Hymns, English - 192 pages

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Page 91 - 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 96 - 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 162 - I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God; So shall I walk aright.
Page 18 - We long to hear Thy voice, To see Thee face to face, To share Thy crown and glory then. As now we share Thy g;race.
Page 91 - I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline. I love the name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is poured.
Page 65 - 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: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.
Page 31 - Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the blooming and the fading I shall be soon; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading, I shall be soon; Love, rest and home!
Page 98 - Here would I feed upon the bread of God, Here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
Page 17 - THE Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see ; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she. Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set, And still, in weeds of widowhood, She weeps a mourner yet.
Page 64 - A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come ; And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb.

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