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Songs in the Night; Or, Hymns for the Sick and Suffering
Augustus Charles Thompson
Affichage du livre entier - 1874
Songs in the Night: Or, Hymns for the Sick and Suffering
Augustus Charles Thompson
Affichage du livre entier - 1845
affliction art thou balm balm in Gilead behold beloved sleep bless blest bliss breath bright calm child Child of heaven Christ cloud comfort cross crucifixion dark death divine doth dying earth earthly eternity evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feel friends giveth his beloved gloom glory grief hath healing hear heaven heavenly holy hope hopes and fears hour Jesus Christ John iv Lamb of God life's light live look Lord love divine mercy mighty hand MONTGOMERY mortal never nigh night o'er pain peace praise pray prayer rejoice resign rest righteousness rise Satan Saviour shalt sickness sigh sinner sins skies smile sorrow soul spirit strength suffering sweet tears tempest thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thoughts throne thy days thy grace thy hand thy heart thy love trembling trust unto voice wait weary weep whisper wings word wounded
Page 250 - The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding. ' No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Page xvi - Now the God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, Make you perfect in every good work to do his will, working in you that which is wellpleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ ; to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
Page 265 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green : So, to the Jews, old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Page 78 - If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; I only yield Thee what is Thine : "Thy will be done.
Page 27 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 125 - Lord, how happy should we be If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest ; And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.
Page ix - Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins? Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the Lord.
Page 177 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.