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adore angels appear bear bless blest bliss blood bright bring cheer Chorus Christ comfort cross crown dark dear death divine dwell earth endless eternal eyes face faith fall Father fear feet flow foes forever Friend give glorious glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly Help holy hope hour ISAAC WATTS Jesus join joyful keep King Lamb land lead light live Lord meet morning never night o'er pain path peace permission pow'r praise pray pray’r precious raise Redeemer reign rest rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stand strength sweet tears tell Thee Thine Thou Thou art thought thousand throne Thy love tongue trust truth UNKNOWN voice wait weary
Página 24 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus :" — " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Página 246 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, 'Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Página 258 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee ! 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given : Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee...
Página 302 - My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning : I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
Página 258 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Página 22 - His sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Página 110 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...
Página 101 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on.