Hymns of Faith and HopeCarter, 1857 - 269 pages |
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... tomb ? These greedier cravings for the hopes that lie Beyond the tomb , beyond the things that die ; Beyond the smiles and joys that come and go , Fevering the spirit with their fitful flow ; Beyond the circle where the shadows fall ...
... tomb ? These greedier cravings for the hopes that lie Beyond the tomb , beyond the things that die ; Beyond the smiles and joys that come and go , Fevering the spirit with their fitful flow ; Beyond the circle where the shadows fall ...
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... gathering cloud of gloom ; Then no dull weight of loneliness , of life , No greedy cravings for the tomb : For death shall then be swallowed up And the glad victory shall end the strife ! THE LAND OF LIGHT . THAT clime is not this.
... gathering cloud of gloom ; Then no dull weight of loneliness , of life , No greedy cravings for the tomb : For death shall then be swallowed up And the glad victory shall end the strife ! THE LAND OF LIGHT . THAT clime is not this.
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... sped ; And the tents of the living Are the tombs of the dead . The rude roar of millions Is hushed in an hour ; The array of the mighty Is crushed in its power . 59 60 THE DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON . ' Twas man's proudest.
... sped ; And the tents of the living Are the tombs of the dead . The rude roar of millions Is hushed in an hour ; The array of the mighty Is crushed in its power . 59 60 THE DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON . ' Twas man's proudest.
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... tomb , all forgotten , The brief race of time well and patiently run , So let me pass away , peacefully , silently , Only remembered by what I have done . Gladly away from this toil would I hasten , Up to the crown that for me has been ...
... tomb , all forgotten , The brief race of time well and patiently run , So let me pass away , peacefully , silently , Only remembered by what I have done . Gladly away from this toil would I hasten , Up to the crown that for me has been ...
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... shore . The storm that yesterday ploughed up the sea Is buried now beneath its level blue ; One storm the fewer now remains for me , Ere sky and earth are made for ever new . 7 * 77 THE REAL . THERE are no dreams beyond the tomb.
... shore . The storm that yesterday ploughed up the sea Is buried now beneath its level blue ; One storm the fewer now remains for me , Ere sky and earth are made for ever new . 7 * 77 THE REAL . THERE are no dreams beyond the tomb.
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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
Popular passages
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.