Hymns of Faith and Hope [First Series], Volumen2

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Carter, 1864 - 269 páginas
 

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OCLC Number: 817845
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Religious poetry, English.
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Página 143 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Página 144 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And in that Light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done ! H.
Página 64 - Tis not for man to trifle ! Life is brief And sin is here. Our age is but the falling of a leaf, A dropping tear. We have no time to sport away the hours, All must be earnest in a world like ours.
Página 63 - Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken, Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages, — all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.
Página 234 - I dare not choose my lot : I would not, if I might ; Choose thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
Página 137 - I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline. I love the name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is poured.
Página 233 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest.
Página 97 - A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more : Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day ; O wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away.
Página 203 - Go, labor on; spend and be spent, Thy joy to do the Father's will: It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still?
Página 30 - Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died ; And as they left us one by one, We laid them side by side. We laid them down to sleep, But not in hope forlorn ; We laid them but to ripen there, Till the last glorious morn.

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