The Presbyterian Book of Praise, Approved and Commended by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in Canada. Part I. Selections from the Paslter. Part II. The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged

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printed at the Bryant Press for H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, London, 1897

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Página 23 - I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Página 23 - The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
Página 11 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Página 1 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Página 23 - For him shall prayer unceasing and daily vows ascend; his kingdom still increasing, a kingdom without end: the mountain dews shall nourish a seed in weakness sown, whose fruit shall spread and flourish, and shake like Lebanon.
Página 11 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones know.
Página 26 - GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ! He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded — What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Página 23 - 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 23 - The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him.

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