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abide adore angels ascending attend beams behold bless blest blood bright bring Christ comfort confess consolation cross darkness death descend didst divine dost doth dwell earth endure eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear foes give given glad glorious glory Gott grace gracious Grant grief guilt Hallelujah hand hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Holy Ghost hope hosts hour implore Jesu Jesus keep King leave light live Lord mercy mind ne'er never night o'er path peace praise prayer prepare proclaim Psalm pure raise receive reign renew rest rise risen salvation Saviour seek shine sight sing sinners sins Soon sorrow soul spirit stay strength sure sustain thanks Thee Thine Thou art throne Thy love Thy name Thy word true truth TUNE unto voice Whilst wilt wondrous wounds wrath
Página 152 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Página 16 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Página 16 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Página 19 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Página 154 - 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.
Página 47 - Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings: Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald angels sing,
Página 13 - THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceived by me. 2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, My public haunts and private ways ; Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent, My yet unuttered words...
Página 154 - 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.