The Plymouth Hymnal: For the Church, the Social Meeting and the Home, Volumen1

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Lyman Abbott, Charles Henry Morse, Herbert Vaughan Abbott
Outlook Company, 1903 - 597 páginas

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Página 327 - 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 ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Página 208 - Cold on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies his head, with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining — Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Página 101 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
Página 357 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill ; For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Página 372 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought : But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.
Página 357 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.
Página 114 - ABIDE with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 339 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power : Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Página 271 - 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.
Página 296 - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. 3 Watch...

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