Hymns of Faith and HopeCarter, 1857 - 269 pages |
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... rock and reed and pool , Then the gay garden , rich in scent and hue . ' Tis first the good and then the beautiful , - Not first the beautiful and then the good ; First the rough seed , sown in the rougher soil , Then the flower ...
... rock and reed and pool , Then the gay garden , rich in scent and hue . ' Tis first the good and then the beautiful , - Not first the beautiful and then the good ; First the rough seed , sown in the rougher soil , Then the flower ...
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... rock - fringe that girds in the ocean , And calls the foam from its translucent blue , It seems to pour strange strength into my spirit , - Strength for endurance , strength for conflict too . And these bright ocean - birds , these ...
... rock - fringe that girds in the ocean , And calls the foam from its translucent blue , It seems to pour strange strength into my spirit , - Strength for endurance , strength for conflict too . And these bright ocean - birds , these ...
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... rock , the foam , What light within me has thy pure gleam kindled ? ' Tis from the land of light that thou art come . And of the time how blithely art thou telling , When cloud and change and tempest shall take wing ; Each beam of thine ...
... rock , the foam , What light within me has thy pure gleam kindled ? ' Tis from the land of light that thou art come . And of the time how blithely art thou telling , When cloud and change and tempest shall take wing ; Each beam of thine ...
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... rock on which I lean ; Summer Ocean , broadly flashing With thy hues of gold and green ; Gently swelling , wildly dashing O'er yon island - studded scene ; Summer Ocean , how I'll miss thee , — Miss the thunder of thy roar , Miss the ...
... rock on which I lean ; Summer Ocean , broadly flashing With thy hues of gold and green ; Gently swelling , wildly dashing O'er yon island - studded scene ; Summer Ocean , how I'll miss thee , — Miss the thunder of thy roar , Miss the ...
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... rock , It pours its flood into the abyss below : Its scattered force re - gathering from the shock , It hastens onward , with yet fuller flow . The bright sun dies not , when the shadowing orb Of the eclipsing moon obscures its ray : It ...
... rock , It pours its flood into the abyss below : Its scattered force re - gathering from the shock , It hastens onward , with yet fuller flow . The bright sun dies not , when the shadowing orb Of the eclipsing moon obscures its ray : It ...
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Alleluia arise awake awake and sing beauty blessed blest blood blossom bright brightens brow budding green burst calm Christ cloud darkness dawn DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON death DESERT LILIES dream dwell earth endless eternal Everlasting praises everlasting song fair faithful Father fear feast flee flower glad glad band gloom glory to thy grief haste heart heart of age heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour HYMN Jehovah Jesus King Lamb of God land life's light lingerer live Lord mercy for thee moorland morn name of names night o'er pain peace precious blood Put honor QUIS SEPARABIT rest rills save thee Saviour shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smiles song soon sorrow Sower divine spirit star storm sunshine sweet tears tempest thine thou throne Time's toil tomb Trust truth Twas unrifled voice vols wandering weary yonder
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Page 158 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's light, Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright. I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my star, my sun ; And in that light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done.
Page 150 - I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his Blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.
Page 151 - White in His blood most precious Till not a spot remains. I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fulness dwells in Him : He heals all my diseases ; He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases ; He all my sorrows shares.
Page 71 - Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken, Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages, — all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.
Page 157 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Page 151 - I long to be like Jesus, — Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, — The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Page 157 - I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Come unto me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to JESUS as I was — Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Behold I freely give The living water — thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 152 - I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam.
Page 153 - The Shepherd sought His sheep; The Father sought His child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild. They found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love ; They saved the wandering one.
Page 72 - Not many lives, but only one have we, — One, only one ; — How sacred should that one life ever be — That narrow span ! — Day after day filled up with blessed toil, Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.