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adore Almighty angels Behold beneath blessed blest bliss blood breast breath bright C. M. NEWTON C. M. WATTS cheer Christ clouds crown dark dear death divine DOXOLOGY dwell earth endless eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear feet foes Friend glorious glory grief hail Hallelujah happy Hark harps hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope Hosanna hour hymns immortal Jesus joyful King L. M. MONTGOMERY Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mourn night o'er peace praise pray prayer rapturous song Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise sacred saints salvation Saviour seraphs shine sing sinners sins skies smile song Songs of praise sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy grace Thy love Thy name Thy throne tongue trembling voice weary weep WESLEY wings ye saints
Стр. 319 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Стр. 217 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Стр. 229 - 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.
Стр. 224 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Стр. 320 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Стр. 301 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Стр. 222 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow thee.