The Congregational Hymn Book: Psalms and Hymns for Divine Worship

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Page 108 - Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be ; Yet will I remember Thee. 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 " Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be ; Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?
Page 41 - Heaven and earth must pass away — Songs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heavens and earth — • Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Page 80 - God may not depart. 3 Lead us to holiness — the road That we must take to dwell with God ; Lead us to Christ the living way, Nor let us from his precepts stray.
Page 99 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my Guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, "Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Page 108 - Tis enough that Thou wilt care, Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own ; Knows he's neither strong nor wise ; Fears to stir a step alone: Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
Page 79 - Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate ! Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ! 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers ! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
Page 13 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
Page 18 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Page 108 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know ; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.

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