Crystal Songs, for Use in Sabbath Schools, Normal Classes, Institutes, Anniversaries and Gospel Meetings. By J.W. Bischoff and Otis F. Presbrey

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W. W. Whitney, 1877 - 128 pàgines

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Pàgina 122 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Pàgina 123 - From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat — 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
Pàgina 123 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my GOD, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 2 Though, like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my GOD, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Pàgina 126 - I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Pàgina 103 - Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! Thy wings shall my petition bear, To him whose truth and faithfulness, Engage the waiting soul to bless ; And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
Pàgina 125 - BLOW ye the trumpet, blow ; — The gladly solemn sound ; — Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Pàgina 125 - MUST Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free ? No ; there's a cross for every one ; And there's a cross for me.
Pàgina 124 - Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise: 2. "Give me a calm, a thankful heart. From every murmur free; The blessings of Thy grace impart^ And make me live to Thee. 3. "Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine. And crown my journey's end.
Pàgina 124 - 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.
Pàgina 124 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...

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