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Page 156 - ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ; Let the water and the blood From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 451 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Page 426 - NEARER, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Page 252 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Page 173 - There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Page 180 - God, our Help in Ages past, Our Hope for Years to come, Be thou our Guard while Troubles last, And our eternal Home.
Page 462 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Page 1 - Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.