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Page 48 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 201 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 153 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 135 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Page 204 - CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ the true, the only Light, Sun of righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near, Day-star, in my heart appear.
Page 142 - Ye, no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see ; But, your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me : God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night ; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light.
Page 161 - HARK, my soul ; it is the Lord ; "Tis thy Saviour; hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me...
Page 184 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 287 - Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed. Them, the Lamb amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead : Joy and gladness banish sighs ; Perfect love dispels all fears ; And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away the tears.