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... sweet to think O King of earth and air and sea O Lord ! another day is flown . O Lord ! lift up thy countenance O Lord ! my best desire fulfil O Lord of hosts ! Almighty King . O Lord , our King , how excellent O Lord ! our languid ...
... sweet to think O King of earth and air and sea O Lord ! another day is flown . O Lord ! lift up thy countenance O Lord ! my best desire fulfil O Lord of hosts ! Almighty King . O Lord , our King , how excellent O Lord ! our languid ...
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... friendly voice which speaks - 377 535 645 435 691 75 268 443 171 669 746 582 536 38 391 118 229 581 220 423 157 343 93 497 685 98 102 169 251 661 756 336 611 735 354 . 673 522 212 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream Sweet is the.
... friendly voice which speaks - 377 535 645 435 691 75 268 443 171 669 746 582 536 38 391 118 229 581 220 423 157 343 93 497 685 98 102 169 251 661 756 336 611 735 354 . 673 522 212 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream Sweet is the.
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James Martineau. Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream Sweet is the scene when virtue dies Sweet is the work , my God , my King Sweet slumbers , come and chase away Teach me , my God and King Tender mercies on my way Thank the Lord who ...
James Martineau. Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream Sweet is the scene when virtue dies Sweet is the work , my God , my King Sweet slumbers , come and chase away Teach me , my God and King Tender mercies on my way Thank the Lord who ...
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... sweet indeed . 783 The praying spirit breathe The pure and peaceful mind . . There is a book who runs may read There is a calm for those who weep There is a calm for those who weep There is a land of pure delight . There's not a bird ...
... sweet indeed . 783 The praying spirit breathe The pure and peaceful mind . . There is a book who runs may read There is a calm for those who weep There is a calm for those who weep There is a land of pure delight . There's not a bird ...
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... sweet When , like a stranger on our sphere . When my love to God grows weak When our heads are bowed with woe . When , overwhelmed with grief . When power divine , in mortal form When rising winds , and rain descending . When shall I ...
... sweet When , like a stranger on our sphere . When my love to God grows weak When our heads are bowed with woe . When , overwhelmed with grief . When power divine , in mortal form When rising winds , and rain descending . When shall I ...
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adore angels art thou beneath bless blest breast breath bright calm Catherine Winkworth cease CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT cheer clouds darkness death divine DODDRIDGE dost doth dwell earth earthly EMILY TAYLOR eternal everlasting evermore faint faith Father Father divine fear FELICIA HEMANS give glorious glory God's gracious grief H. F. LYTE Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour hymn J. H. NEWMAN King let thy life's light live Lord Lydia Sigourney MONTGOMERY morning mortal nigh night o'er peace pray prayer rejoice repentant song resign rest rise shade shine sing skies sleep song sorrow soul stars strength sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy grace thy hand thy love thy mercy thy power thy praise thy presence thy spirit thy word toil trust truth unto voice wandering WATTS weary Wesley wilt wings worship
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Page 10 - Hark! They whisper: Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 10 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Page 10 - 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.
Page 27 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.
Page 10 - His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed. He brought us to his fold again.
Page 10 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too : Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.
Page 10 - Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now — and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; You on Jesus' throne shall rest : There your seat is now prepared — There your kingdom and reward.
Page 27 - One by one the sands are flowing; One by one the moments fall, Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee ; Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee; Learn thou first what these can teach.
Page 10 - Jesus, where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek Thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And going, take Thee to their home.
Page 15 - I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good.