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OCLC Number: 11987750
OCLC Number: 11987750
Reformed Church in America -- Hymns.
Reformed Church in America -- Doctrines. Reformed Church in America -- Liturgy -- Texts.
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Página 157 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Página 351 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Página 350 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Página 48 - Obey them that have the rule over you, and submit yourselves : for they watch for your souls, as they that must give account, that they may do it with joy, and not with grief: for that is unprofitable for you.
Página 273 - JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Página 127 - AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound ! That saved a wretch like me ! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now
Página 277 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from, pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, . The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! HEBER.
Página 425 - Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.