Songs in the Night: Or, Hymns for the Sick and Suffering

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Perkins, 1845 - 271 sider

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Side 247 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Side 156 - 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.
Side 239 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings^ Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove : Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.
Side 45 - 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 ix - Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins? Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the Lord.
Side 67 - If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; I only yield Thee what is Thine : "Thy will be done.
Side 18 - SOME murmur when their sky is clear, And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue : And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy, gild The darkness of their night.
Side 81 - By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power ; Turn, oh, turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn Litany...
Side 82 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Side 39 - My times are in thy hand," Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to thee. 3 " My times are in thy hand ;

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