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PÓgina 38 - 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...
PÓgina 22 - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
PÓgina 104 - AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
PÓgina 198 - UST 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, I come.
PÓgina 144 - My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary ; Saviour divine, Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; Oh, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine.
PÓgina 146 - Nearer to thee! 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
PÓgina 62 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love.
PÓgina 224 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death : One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.