A Selection of Psalms and Hymns, arranged for the public services of the Church of England. Compiled by the Revs. C. Hesketh ... J. Jackson ... B. S. Clarke ... and B. Swift

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Charles HESKETH
A. Hall & Company, 1858 - 546 sider
 

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Side 32 - People and realms of every tongue, Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.
Side 123 - 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,
Side 122 - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel your need of him ; This he gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Side 361 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given, Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Side 164 - Just as I am — and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come...
Side 360 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Side 182 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Side 445 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Side 157 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Side 455 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...

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