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Hymns Selected from Frederick William Faber (1868)
Frederick William Faber
No preview available - 2008
adore angels art Thou awful bear beautiful Bewitching blessed Blest bliss boundless bright burn Calm land canst co-equal creatures dare dark dear Lord dearest death Deep grief doth dread earth endless Eternal evermore faith Father fear fire fountain gaze gift glorious God's Godhead grace hath heart heaven hour Jesus Jesus is God life's light live look love Thee love's Majesty marvellous mercy never night o'er pain peace pleasant are thy praise pray prayer PREDESTINATION rapture rest Rock round saints Saviour scarce seems shade shadow shore sight silent sing sins sleep song sorrow soul sound Spirit strife sunshine sweet sweetest tears Thine things Thou art Thou art God Thou hast Thou wert thought of God Thy face Thy glory Thy love thy paths Thyself tremble trust Twas Twill unbegotten uncreated voice weary wilt wondrous Word
Page 33 - I have no cares, O blessed Will ! For all my cares are thine ; I live in triumph, Lord ! for thou Hast made thy triumphs mine.
Page 135 - Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come !' And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home.
Page 104 - He hides Himself so wondrously, As though there were no God ; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are most abroad.
Page 107 - Thrice blest is he to whom is given The instinct that can tell That God is on the field when He Is most invisible.
Page 54 - If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word, And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Frederick...
Page 31 - I WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God ! And all Thy ways adore, And every day I live, I seem To love Thee more and more.
Page 108 - For right is right, since God is God ; And right the day must win ; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin.
Page 17 - O little heart of mine ! shall pain Or sorrow make thee moan, When all this God is all for thee A Father all thine own ? 78 " Him that cometh to Me, I will in no wise cast out.