Olney hymns [by J. Newton and W. Cowper].

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Taylor, 1877 - 472 páginas
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Página 357 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 359 - Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low and keep me there.
Página 395 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
Página 98 - 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 t' assuage ? Grace which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age.
Página 73 - AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
Página 95 - Till then, I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of Thy Name Refresh my soul in death ! Amen-.
Página 354 - By war without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him thou hast died.
Página 176 - Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 " Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be ; Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?
Página 25 - The LORD will provide. 2 The birds without barn Or storehouse are fed, From them let us learn , To trust for our bread : His saints what is fitting. Shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written, The LORD will provide.
Página 60 - While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer : As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end.

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