Hymns for the Church on Earth

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W. Hunt, 1860 - Всего страниц: 406
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Стр. 191 - MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, O let me from this day Be wholly thine ! May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire!
Стр. 22 - 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.
Стр. 384 - 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. 1 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Стр. 31 - MY God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done.
Стр. xiii - Just as I am, poor; wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come ! 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve!
Стр. 249 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God ; So shall I walk aright.
Стр. 245 - Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword; Our prayer attend. Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word success; Spirit of holiness, On us descend.
Стр. 66 - Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; Thee will I love, beneath thy frown, Or smile, thy sceptre, or thy rod ; What though my flesh and heart decay ; Thee shall I love in endless day ! 55.
Стр. 189 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.

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