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Side 567 - 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,
Side 473 - LOVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Side 714 - Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour ! or I die.
Side 581 - 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.
Side 462 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Side 618 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Side 687 - Me' 1 ACCORDING to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, — I will remember Thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee. 3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Side 507 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.