Olney Hymns: In Three Parts

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T. Nelson, 1855 - 348 sider
 

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Side 285 - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! # Isaiah xxxv. 7. 4 There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Side 21 - 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 69 - 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.
Side 287 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too ; Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.
Side 153 - As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream.
Side 153 - WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here : Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below : We a little longer wait, But how little none can know.
Side 256 - Where Jesus answers prayer ; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea — With this I venture nigh ; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.
Side 49 - While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer, As my guide, my guard, my friend, Lead me to my journey's end.
Side 70 - Oh, for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often What a Friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.
Side 131 - Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall : Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all...

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