A Collection of Ojebway and English Hymns: For the Use of the Native Indians

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Methodist Missionary Society, at the Methodist Conference Office, 1885 - 234 pages
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Page 158 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Page 66 - Strong in the LORD of Hosts, And in His mighty power ; Who in the strength of JESUS trusts Is more than conqueror.
Page 60 - I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 124 - OGOD, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal Home...
Page 58 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy. 2 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 68 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Page 54 - MY God ! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights.
Page 18 - Come, O thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see ; My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee ; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.
Page 160 - LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye : 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear.
Page 26 - 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.

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