A Collection of Chippeway and English Hymns: For the Use of the Native Indians

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Carlton & Phillips, 1853 - Hymns, English - 289 pages
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Page 60 - Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears.
Page 194 - Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind — "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Page 268 - I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend; Nor wilt thou with the night depart, But stay, and love me to the end; Thy mercies never shall remove, Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Page 136 - King ; He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! / 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad ; Let every nation now behold Their Saviour...
Page 92 - Blessing humbly requested. 1 LORD ! we come before thee now ; At thy feet we humbly bow ; Oh ! 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 80 - 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 160 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Page 202 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Page 200 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Page 88 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...

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