The Baptist Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs

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E. Marlborough, 1885 - Baptists - 217 pages

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Page 67 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 63 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 101 - 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.
Page 191 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 122 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Page 90 - Stand then in his great might, With all his strength endued; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God. 4 From strength to strength go on, Wrestle and fight and pray; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day...
Page 153 - People and realms, of every tongue, Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name.
Page 94 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Page 35 - Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day.
Page 110 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, — Living or dying, none were blest.

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