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The Christian Hymn Book: A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs ...
Sin vista previa disponible - 2018
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Página 44 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, •And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 300 - One family we dwell in him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death.
Página 168 - HOW beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal ! 2 How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are! "Zion. behold thy Saviour King, He reigns and triumphs here.
Página 49 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 517 - SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies, Through His eternal Son ; 2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in His mighty power : Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Página 59 - MY soul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.
Página 149 - Christ, the mighty Maker, died, For man the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Página 513 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.