Amy Grant, or The one motive [by A.M. Hopton].

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Página 56 - Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on ! The night is dark and I am far from home; Lead thou me on ! Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
Página 148 - CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways. 2 We are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! You on Jesus...
Página 110 - I beseech you, brethren, for the Lord Jesus Christ's sake, and for the love of the Spirit, that ye strive together with me in your prayers to God for me ; that I may be delivered from them that do not believe in Judea...
Página 32 - When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, And all the flowers of life unfold, Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern.
Página 171 - IN trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. 2 The hours of pain have yielded good, Which prosperous days refused ; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised.
Página 40 - So is it with true Christian hearts; Their mutual share in Jesus' blood An everlasting bond imparts Of holiest brotherhood: Oh! might we all our lineage prove, Give and forgive, do good and love, By soft endearments in kind strife Lightening the load of daily life...
Página 69 - Tis sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. Then pass, ye mourners, cheerly on, Through prayer unto the tomb, Still, as ye watch life's falling leaf, Gathering from every loss and grief Hope of new spring and endless home.
Página 145 - THE God of glory walks his round, From day to day, from year to year, And warns us each with awful sound, " No longer stand ye idle here ! " Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of hope the morning light ! Ah, fools ! why stand ye idle here...
Página 156 - Heaven.' There is joy in heaven. There is joy in heaven, When the sheep that went astray Turns again to virtue's way ; When the soul by grace subdued, Sobs its prayer of gratitude, Then is there joy in Heaven.
Página 181 - Almighty, who will not break the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax, was graciously pleased to hear me.

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