Hymns for Sunday schools: selected from various authors (Google eBook)

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Published by G. Lane and C.B. Tippett, for the Methodist Episcopal Church, at the Conference Office, 200 Mulberry-street, J. Collord, printer, 1846 - Hymns, English - 208 pages
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Page 121 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, •And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 157 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Page 152 - To you, in David's town, this day, Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find, To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Page 22 - GOD, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, our shelter from the stormy blast, and our eternal home...
Page 103 - The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart.
Page 41 - Requested. 1. LORD ! we come before thee now: At thy feet we humbly bow ; O, do not our suit disdain ; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 2. Lord ! on thee our souls depend, In compassion, now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3. In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay ; Lord, we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow.
Page 54 - To be exalted thus :" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Page 145 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Page 49 - Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears : Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness ! And melt, mine eyes, to tears ! 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.
Page 121 - I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore ; And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.

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