The Story of the Hymns: Or, Hymns that Have a History. An Account of the Origin of Hymns of Personal Religious Experience

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American Tract Society, 1875 - 295 sider
 

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Side 120 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Side 202 - And he lighted upon a certain place, and tarried there all night because the sun was set ; and he took of the stones of that place, and put them for his pillows, and lay down in that place to sleep.
Side 130 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Side 135 - 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. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive , Pardon of our sins renew ; Teach us, henceforth, how to live With eternity in view...
Side 123 - Jesus' blood; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 644 8s, 7s & 4s. T ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, •*-* Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ; O refresh us, : Travelling through this wilderness.
Side 196 - I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's holy child ; I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Side 222 - A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away; they fly forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day.
Side 16 - A MIGHTY fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing ; Our helper he amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe, His craft and power are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal.
Side 134 - 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 134 - It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease, And through the storm and danger's thrall It led me to the port of peace.

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