adore almighty angels beams Behold beneath bless blest bliss breast breath bright calm cheer Christ Christian clouds crown dark death divine DODDRIDGE dwell earth earthly endless eternal everlasting everlasting song evermore eyes faith Father Father divine fear feast of love glorious glory God's gracious hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble humble souls Hymn immortal Jesus King Lamb of God let thy life's light live Lord mind MONTGOMERY morning mortal night o'er path peace pray prayer Psalm Psalm 23 reign rest rise Sabbath sacred saints Saviour seek shade shine sight sing skies song Songs of praise sorrow soul spread strength sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thy grace thy hand thy love Thy mercy thy name thy praise thy Spirit thy throne thy word tongue trust truth voice wandering WATTS weary wings wisdom Worship
Side 62 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Side 216 - See, the streams of living waters, springing from eternal love, well supply thy sons and daughters, and all fear of want remove. Who can faint while such a river ever flows their thirst to assuage: grace which, like the Lord the giver, never fails from age to age?
Side 359 - FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! a Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the -soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill.
Side 151 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
Side 465 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Side 207 - Day-star, in my heart appear. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return Till Thy mercy's beams I see — Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart.
Side 167 - He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor.
Side 357 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Side 183 - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name.