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ALFRED TAYLOR angels blessed blest blood bove bright cheer child Chorus Christ cross crown dark dear death dwell earth eternal faith FANNY CROSBY Father fear forever glad glorious glory grace hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy Hosanna HYMNS iour Jesus Jesus of Nazareth joyful King Lamb Lamb of God leadeth light live Lord love at home loves a little Luke Matt mercy Mnsic Music by T. E. nigh night o'er peace PHILIP PHILLIPS praise pray prayer precious ransomed reign rest salvation Saviour Saviour King shine sing sinners sleep soisros SOKTO-S song sorrow soul Spirit stand star sweet sweetly T. E. PERKINS tell thee there's love Thine eye Thou hast throne thy love Tie music triumph trust unto voice Words Г Г Г
Page 50 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 50 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Page 107 - When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me ; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
Page 83 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 55 - Abide with me from morn till eve, for without thee I cannot live; abide with me when night is nigh, for without thee I dare not die.
Page 142 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Page 67 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
Page 11 - Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive ; And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 5 Ye, who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love: The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.