The fireside hymn-book, compiled by M. Braithwaite

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Side 17 - 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 187 - LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
Side 83 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed ! Great David's greater Son ! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free ; To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Side 59 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Side 90 - Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Side 16 - IN heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear ; And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed...
Side 148 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. 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 84 - Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar, For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end.
Side 143 - YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take ; Loud to the praise of love divine Bid every string awake. 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home ; And nearer to our house above We every moment come.
Side 51 - Born Thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.

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