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angels Art thou bear Behold blessed blest bliss breast bright cheer child children of Zion Christ clouds cross crown curse dark dead dear death delight divine dwell dying earth earthly eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes faith faithless Father fear feast of love flee flow my tears foes give glad glorious glory God's gracious grief Hallelujah happy hast hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope Israel Jehovah Jesus JOHN XIV King Lamb Lamb of God light lives Lord mercy morning ne'er night o'er peace Praise ye prayer precious precious blood ransom'd reign rest salvation Saviour shame shine sigh sing sinners sins skies slain song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit sweet tears Thee thine Thou art Thou hast Thou shalt thro Thy blood Thy grace Thy love thy throne tongue Twas unto voice weary weep wilt word
Page 4 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Page 35 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Page 153 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 143 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Page 166 - Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 2 I deliver'd thee when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound ; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee.
Page 104 - I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's Holy Child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Page 103 - White in his blood most precious, Till not a spot remains. 2 I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fulness dwells in him ; He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares. 3 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.
Page 216 - Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.