Hymns for divine worship, compiled for the use of members of the Methodist new connexion

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W. Cooke, Methodist New Connexion Book-room, 1863 - 807 sider

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Side 55 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Side 95 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Side 396 - 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 322 - 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 be past ; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last ! 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee.
Side 614 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Side 667 - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Side 667 - ABIDE with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens : Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O, abide with me...
Side 662 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
Side 456 - Through waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou his time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Side 132 - Dragged to the portals of the sky. 2 There His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay : " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates," Ye everlasting doors, give way.

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