On the proud banks of great Euphrates' flood One Priest alone can pardon me One there is, above all others One sweet but solemn thought Plead Thou-oh plead my cause! Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Quiet, Lord, my froward heart Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Servant of God, well done! Some murmur, when their sky is clear Soon and for ever,-such promise our trust Sweetest Saviour, if my soul Teach me, my God and King .. That I am Thine, my Lord and God The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The day is past and over The days and years of time are fled The glories of my blood and state The God of glory dwells on high 12 100 149 The God of Abraham praise The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound The path of sorrow, and that path alone The Saviour look'd on Peter. Ay, no word .. The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er The world with stones, instead of bread Thee will I love, my strength and tower There is a state unknown, unseen .. There lies a little lonely isle There was joy in heaven! PAGE 183 209 155 This shadow on the dial's face Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee Thou art gone up on high Thou God of glorious majesty Thou hidden love of God, whose height Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved Thy way, not mine, O Lord 'Tis finish'd!-Every circumstance fulfill'd Wages of sin is death: the day is come When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend When darkness long has veil'd my mind When God of old came down from heaven When Israel, of the Lord beloved Where high the heavenly temple stands Where the remote Bermudas ride Whither, Saul, this raging sense Who hath believed our report? to whom Who laughs at sin, laughs at his Maker's frowns .. Why for thy Lord dost thou thus weep and mourn Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun Yes, for me, for me, He careth Yes, our Shepherd leads, with gentle hand JOHN CHILDS AND SON, PRINTERS. |