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Page 175 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 94 - In the cross of Christ I glory ; . Towering o'er the wrecks of time, All the light of sacred story, Gathers round its head sublime.
Page 126 - That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 184 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign: Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There, everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the -swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood While Jordan rolled between.
Page 104 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Page 83 - With all thy quickening powers, — Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look — how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 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!...
Page 105 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 174 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.