Hymn Book for Christian Worship

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Walker, Wise,, 1861 - Hymns, English - 537 pages

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Page 64 - 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.
Page 132 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 357 - FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Page 163 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Page 351 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, — When none but God is near.
Page 88 - All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores...
Page 216 - See, the streams of living waters, springing from eternal love, well supply thy sons and daughters, and all fear of want remove. Who can faint while such a river ever flows their thirst to assuage: grace which, like the Lord the giver, never fails from age to age?
Page 73 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 219 - While I draw this fleeting breath. When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee . HYMN 140.
Page 207 - Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the Cross are sanctified ; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys, that through all time abide. 5 In the Cross of Christ I glory, <-'•'. -L Towering o'er the wrecks of time : All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

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