On Joyful Wing: A Book of Praise and Song

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J.J. Hood, 1886 - 160 páginas
 

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Página 31 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down. Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Página 148 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
Página 154 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Página 148 - Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power ; Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Página 73 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Página 31 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given, Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Página 146 - Abide with me from morn till eve, for without thee I cannot live; abide with me when night is nigh, for without thee I dare not die.
Página 150 - In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne ; Rock of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ! HYMN 14O.
Página 154 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Página 148 - Sinners whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go — spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

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