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Some Hymns and Hymn Writers: Representing All Who Profess and Call ...
William Budd Bodine
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Some Hymns and Hymn Writers Representing All Who Profess and Call Themselves ...
William Budd Bodine
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afterwards became best known hymn Bishop blessed blest born called Cecil Frances Alexander Charles Wesley Christian Church of England clergyman College cross crown dark Dean death died divine earth Edward Bickersteth English Episcopal faith father George Washington Doane gifts glory God's grace graduate heart heaven heavenly Heber Henry Henry Bickersteth Holy honor hymn writer hymnal Isaac Watts John John Henry Newman John Keble John Mason Neale Keble King labor light living London Lord mercy minister missionary morning Muhlenberg Nearer never Newman night o'er ordained Oxford parish peace Phillips Brooks poem poet praise prayer preached preacher psalms Rector religious sacred saints Saviour sermon sing song sorrow soul spirit stanza story sung sweet tell Thee Thine thought tion translations truth verse voice William William Walsham words worship writes written wrote
Page 261 - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Page 124 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my All shalt be. Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition ! God, and heaven, are still my own.
Page 164 - My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour Divine: Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, O let me from this day Be wholly Thine.
Page 259 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Page 196 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Page 14 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 258 - It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold : "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heaven's all-gracious King!
Page 36 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death : One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.