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ADESTE FIDELES adoremus Dominum Alleluia Angels Beauteous Star bitter bless bring child Christ Christmas-Bells cometh cries dark wave Dear guiding Presence dearest Saviour death doth earth earth's dark night Easter Carol Eternal excelsis Deo eyes face fair faith Father fear Forgive Forty-nine to-day gift give Glad songs gladness gladsome grace grief happy day hear heart holy hope Hosanna HYMN I'm Forty-nine to-day Jerusalem King kneel to Thee let us adore life's lift Lord maiden mercy ne'er o'er onward painted shadow peace to rest pearly gates plead Pleasant Words praise pray prayer rain Ring Saint Augustine shame shining sing sins smile song songs of praise sorrow soul Star of Bethlehem strife sweet TEARS OF JESUS tell tender Thine Thou Good Shepherd Throne Thy Cross Thy great peace Thy light Thy love true trust Venite voice waters weary Weep wept wonderful
Page 135 - COME, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant ; O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem ; Come and behold him Born, the King of angels : O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
Page 149 - They tell this curious thing, besides, of the patient, plodding weaver: He works on the wrong side evermore, but works for the right side ever. It is only when the weaving stops, and the web is loosed and turned, That he sees his real handiwork — that his marvelous skill is learned.
Page 19 - And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it, saying, If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace ! but now they are hid from thine eyes.
Page 149 - The while their fingers deftly work, their eyes are fastened there. They tell this curious thing, besides, of the patient, plodding weaver: He works on the wrong side evermore, but works for the right side ever. It is only when the...
Page 145 - Thine own will, that e'en If in some desperate hour my cries prevail, And Thou give back my gift, it may have been So changed, so purified, so fair have grown, So one with Thee, so filled with peace divine, I may not know or feel it as mine own — But gaining back my will, may find it Thine.
Page 145 - Laid on Thine altar, oh, my Lord divine, Accept my gift this day for JESU'S sake ; I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine, Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make ; But here I bring, within my trembling hand, This will of mine — a thing that seemeth small — And Thou alone, O Lord, canst understand, How, when I yield Thee this, I yield mine all.