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Select Songs for the Singing Service in the Prayer Meeting and Sunday School
Francis Nathan Peloubet
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1885
A-men bear bless blest blood bove breath bright bring child CHORUS Christ comes Copyright cross crown dark dear death divine dwell earth eternal eyes face faith fall Father fear feet flow Friend give glad glory grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Holy hope hour hymns iour Je-sus Jesus JOHN keep King Lamb land Lead light live look Lord MASON morning ness never night o'er pass path peace praise pray prayer reign rest rise Rock safe saints Saviour shine sing sins song sorrow soul sound Spirit stand strength sweet Take tears tell Thee Thine Thou Thou art thro throne Thy love tion trust voice wait
Side 25 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, 'Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Side 41 - 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 129 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Side 51 - CHRIST, Whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night : Day-spring from on high, be near ; Day-star, in my heart appear.
Side 54 - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
Side 34 - For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Side 79 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow, — Look now ; for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing...
Side 69 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.