A selection of hymns, for public worship, by W. Gadsby (Google eBook)

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William Gadsby
1844
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Page 368 - rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Page 133 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend : His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.
Page 27 - Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Page 199 - I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.
Page 463 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Page 321 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Page 160 - The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
Page 459 - Jesus' blood; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 644 8s, 7s & 4s. T ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, •*-* Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ; O refresh us, : Travelling through this wilderness.
Page 128 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Page 199 - COME Thou Fount of every blessing ! Tune my heart to sing Thy grace, Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above— Praise the mount!

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