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Page 109 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
Page 66 - I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Come unto me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to JESUS as I was — Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of JESUS say, ' Behold I freely give The living water — thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 414 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Page 476 - In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading Luther's Preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed.
Page 480 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 153 - 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 136 - Tis music to mine ear ; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven should hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, My Transport and my Trust ; Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
Page 439 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Page 51 - My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim ; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him.