Christian hymns and hymn writers, a course of lectures (Google eBook)

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Page 135 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err,* And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
Page 70 - Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see ? O happy harbour of the saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil.
Page 93 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Page 149 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 170 - Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near : Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
Page 66 - Who, from our mother's arms, Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day. 2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts And blessed peace to cheer us, And keep us in His grace, And guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills In this world and the next.
Page 102 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Page 128 - The God of Abraham praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise — and seek the joys At his right hand ; I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame and power, And him my only portion make, My shield and tower.
Page 158 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 149 - O thou by whom we come to God— The life, the truth, the way ; The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; Lord, teach us how to pray.

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