The Presbyterian Hymnal

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Elliot, 1876 - 408 pages
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Page 28 - 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 280 - SONGS of praise the angels sang; Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn. When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 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 54 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Page 255 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Page 147 - 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 93 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Page 12 - BEFORE JEHOVAH'S awful throne. Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create and He destroy.
Page 225 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Page 306 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ! In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Page 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...

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