Light in the Valley: A New Work of Great Merit for the Sunday School, Revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, Young People's Society and All Forward Movements Along the Line of Battle for the Master

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George C. Hugg, 1898 - 224 Seiten
 

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Seite 219 - 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.
Seite 219 - Dear, dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.
Seite 220 - ARISE, my soul, arise; Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears : Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede ; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me : — Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let that...
Seite 218 - STAXD up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross; Lift high His royal banner, It must not suffer loss: From victory unto victory His army shall He lead, Till every foe is vanquished, And Christ is Lord indeed. 2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this His glorious da}' : "Ye that are men, now serve Him" Against unnumbered foes; Let courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose.
Seite 217 - Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee: E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
Seite 218 - THUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far His power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of His grace.
Seite 219 - My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus
Seite 218 - SWEET hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne, Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Seite 217 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...
Seite 220 - 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.

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