The Methodist pocket hymn-book, revised and improved: designed as a constant companion for the pious of all denominations, collected from various authors
J. Soule and T. Mason, 1817 - Music - 282 pages
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Page 198 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported, by thy word.
Page 234 - Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Page 75 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky; 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil: O may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will.
Page 119 - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Page 119 - Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate ! Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ! 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers ! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
Page 188 - What I've committed to His hands, Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will He own my worthless name Before His Father's face, And in the New Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place.
Page 84 - THOU hidden source of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient love divine ; My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am if Thou art mine ; And lo ! from sin, and grief, and shame, I hide me, Jesus, in Thy name.
Page 99 - Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; In compassion, now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace ; Tune our lips to sing thy praise.