Divine Hymns, Or, Spiritual Songs: For the Use of Religious Assemblies, and Private Christians : Being Formerly a Collection (Google eBook)

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Russell Hubbard, 1811 - Hymns, English - 204 pages
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Page 90 - Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 133 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all...
Page 102 - Lord ; How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
Page 91 - Blow ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound ; The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Page 115 - And feed me with a Shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 65 - When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
Page 156 - Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days ; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise.
Page 86 - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight . Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright ; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
Page 69 - Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
Page 119 - BEGONE, unbelief! My Saviour is near, And for my relief Will surely appear : By prayer let me wrestle, And he will perform ; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.

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