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Selections from the Christian Poets, Ancient and Modern
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1851
Almighty appear bear behold beneath blessing blest bliss blood breath bright bring Christ clouds cross darkness dead death desire divine doth dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith fall Father fear feel feet flame give glorious glory grace grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus keep King land leave light live look Lord mind move nature never night o'er once pain peace praise prayer reign rest rise sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing sins skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul Spirit stand streams strength Sweet tears tell Thee Thine things Thou art thought throne Thy love Thy name truth UNTO voice wait weak wings
Side 341 - Friend after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end.
Side 263 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end: They who once His kindness prove, Find it everlasting love.
Side 225 - FOR a closer walk with God ! A calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Side 351 - GO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Side 320 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Side 353 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Side 234 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming Love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
Side 290 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Side 66 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?