Hymns of the Church universal [selected by J. and E.A. Rylands].

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Стр. 327 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Стр. 514 - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Стр. 328 - 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.
Стр. 119 - And love, joy, hope like flowers Spring in His path to birth. Before Him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go ; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Стр. 501 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Стр. 239 - Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Стр. 393 - There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! 4* There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song. Nor thirsts for human praise.
Стр. 293 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Стр. 327 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Стр. 419 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain. He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.

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