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A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists. with a ...
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Page 609 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast : 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And, to the weary, rest.
Page 501 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll And spread the truth from pole...
Page 609 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus ; " " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Page 549 - The Lord ye know is God indeed, Without our aid He did us make ; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Page 796 - ABIDE with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Page 760 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Page 727 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes. There is a calm, a sure retreat: 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
Page 766 - Name ever dear to me ; When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee ? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold...