The New and Enlarged Hymn Book for the Use of the Primitive Methodists, Etc

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T. Holliday, 1853 - 610 Seiten
 

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Seite 35 - And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Seite 522 - A thousand ages, in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home ! 91.1
Seite 23 - Ye fearful saints ! fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Seite 445 - DLEST 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.
Seite 307 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 116 - FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise : Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal .are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Seite 28 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Seite 54 - Fear not," said he ; for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Seite 386 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases. And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Seite 27 - Our vows, our prayers we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.

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