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angels appear bear Behold blessed blest bliss blood breast bright bring cheer child Christ clouds comes cross crown dark dead dear death delight died divine dwell dying earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flow give glad glorious glory God's grace gracious hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy hope hour Jesus keep King Lamb land leads leave light lives Lord meet morning never night o'er once pain peace praise reign rest rise safe saints salvation Saviour shalt share shine sing sinners sins song soon sorrow soul spirit stand streams sure sweet tears tell Thee thine things thou Thou art thought throne Thy love unto voice wait wandering weary weep
الصفحة 43 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
الصفحة 16 - 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.
الصفحة 288 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
الصفحة 100 - SONGS of praise the angels sang; Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn. When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away : Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens and earth ; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
الصفحة 169 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
الصفحة 233 - 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...
الصفحة 374 - But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering, on the brink, And fear to launch away...
الصفحة 74 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the Cross I spend ; Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner's dying friend. 2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood ; Precious drops ! my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God...