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adore angels art thou Behold blest bliss breath bright cheer Christ clouds darkness dear death divine dost doth dureth—for dwell earth Eest Eestore eternal everlasting eyes faith Father divine fear give glad glorious gracious grief Hallelujah hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly heavenly hosts ho—ly holy Holy Spirit Hosanna hour in—the Israel Jesus joyful noise keep—thy King light live Lo—rd mercy—en mighty morning mortal night o'er of—the peace poor pray prayer psaltery rejoice rest righteousness rise saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul Spirit Star of Bethlehem strength sweet tears Thee them—that thine things Thou art Thou hast thoughts thy glory thy grace thy love thy mercy thy name thy servant thy throne thy word thy—com tongue trembling truth un—to unto the Lord unto—the voice weary wicked wilt wings wonders ye the Lord
Էջ 33 - Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
Էջ 368 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age — It gives, but borrows none.
Էջ 304 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Էջ 275 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
Էջ 334 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Էջ 241 - ... JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Էջ 166 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Էջ 217 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.