A Choice Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs: Designed to Aid in the Devotions of Prayer, Conference, and Camp-meetings

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N. C. Goddard, 1836 - 159 sider
 

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Side 12 - Have you no words ? Ah ! think again, Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. 6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent To Heaven in supplication sent, Your cheerful song would oftener be, " Hear what the Lord has done for me !
Side 61 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear Name ! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place, My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace.
Side 62 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.
Side 71 - Thou art my Pilot wise; My compass is thy word; My soul each storm defies, While I have such a Lord; I trust thy faithfulness and power, To save me in the trying hour.
Side 71 - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe; no good to crave; No fears to quell; no soul to save. 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
Side 65 - Jesus' blood; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 644 8s, 7s & 4s. T ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, •*-* Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ; O refresh us, : Travelling through this wilderness.
Side 104 - As when the weary traveller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if cross the plains He eyes his home, though distant still.
Side 16 - There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There, rays divine disperse the gloom : Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven.
Side 78 - Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings Divine, Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
Side 78 - His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

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