The Book of Praise: From the Best English Hymn Writers

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Sever and Francis, 1864 - 480 sider

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Side 343 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, " Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast ! " I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold! I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live...
Side 9 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy! Know that the Lord is God alone : He can create, and he destroy.
Side 3 - Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Side 249 - Lord, I my vows to Thee renew : Scatter my sins as morning dew ! Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill ! Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite...
Side 34 - Son of God, begotten of His Father before all worlds ; God of God, Light of Light, very God of very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father ; by whom all things were made ; who, for us men, and for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary, and was made man, and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate.
Side 251 - We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Side 203 - I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God ; So shall I walk aright.
Side 95 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Side 191 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Side 160 - ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure — Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

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