The Methodist Pocket Hymn-book, Revised and Improved: Designed as a Constant Companion for the Pious of All Denominations, Collected from Various Authors

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J. Soule and T. Mason, 1817 - 293 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 200 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported, by thy word.
الصفحة 266 - 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.
الصفحة 236 - Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
الصفحة 77 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky; 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil: O may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will.
الصفحة 121 - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
الصفحة 121 - Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate ! Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ! 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers ! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
الصفحة 190 - What I've committed to His hands, Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will He own my worthless name Before His Father's face, And in the New Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place.
الصفحة 86 - THOU hidden source of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient love divine ; My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am if Thou art mine ; And lo ! from sin, and grief, and shame, I hide me, Jesus, in Thy name.
الصفحة 101 - Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; In compassion, now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace ; Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
الصفحة 94 - O burst these bonds, and set it free. 2. Wash out its stains, refine its dross ; Nail my affections to the cross ; Hallow each thought ; let all within Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.

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