HymnsH. Frowde, 1904 - 241 páginas |
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ages Angels Anwoth art Thou beauty bless blessèd blest bliss blood bright calm Christ cloud Communion Hymns cross crown dark dawn dear death divine dream earth earthly endless song eternal eternal grace everlasting evermore fair farewell Father fear feast flowers glad gleam gloom glorious Good-night grace grave Hallelujah haste hear heart heaven heavenly Heir of glory holy hope HORACE HART HORATIUS BONAR hour Jehovah Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God land life's light living lonely Lord mighty miss mission district morning never night o'er peace poems praise psalm Refrain Rejoice rest rill robe shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile Son of God song sorrow soul star stream sweet tears tempest thee Thine Thou art throne thyself time's toil tomb verses voice wake watch wave weary weep words yonder
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Página 53 - 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 68 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me.
Página 32 - 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 28 - I shall bo soon ; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home ! Sweet hope ! Lord, tarry not, but come.
Página 62 - 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 43 - 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 blest day ; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.
Página 22 - THE Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see ; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she. Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set, And still, in weeds of widowhood, She weeps a mourner yet.
Página 60 - YES, for me, for me He careth With a brother's tender care ; Yes, with me, with me He shareth Every burden, every fear.
Página 42 - A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come ; And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb.
Página 145 - When the stranger asks a home, All his toils to end ; When the hungry craveth food, And the poor a friend ; When the sailor on the wave Bows the fervent knee ; When the soldier on the field Lifts his heart to Thee : Hear, then, in love, O Lord, the cry, In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on...