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A-men adore Alleluia angels BARNBY bear bless blest blood bright bring Christ Church comes cross crown dark dear death divine earth eternal eyes face faith Father fear feet Friend give glad glorious glory grace hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope host hour hymn Isaac Watts J. B. Dykes Jesus John keep King Lamb land lead lift light live Lord morning never night o'er pain peace praise pray prayer Psalm raise reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour Second Tune seek shalt shine sing sins song sorrow soul Spirit stand strength sweet Teach tears thanks Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love tion trust truth unto voice Wesley
Página 595 - For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.
Página 259 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers, — Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look — how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys.
Página 49 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see : 0 Thou who changest not, abide with me...
Página 312 - 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 440 - 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 494 - Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh: 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.
Página 636 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Página 397 - And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...