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Page 49 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Page 185 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Page 183 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore.
Page 4 - 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. 6 O God! our help in ages past...
Page 125 - 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 144 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see ; And what I do in anything, To do it as for thee ! a To scorn the senses...
Page 262 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful Day.
Page 105 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
Page 223 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs; High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand When rolling years shall cease to move.