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adore Almighty angels bear beneath bless blest breast breath bright C. M. Father calm cloud dark death deep divine dost doth dwell earth eternal evermore faint faith Father Father divine fear flow foes forever give glorious glory God's grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Holy Spirit hope hopes and fears hour HYMN L. M. O Thou let Thy life's lift light live Lord Love divine mighty mighty hand morning nigh night o'er pain path peace perfect day praise pray prayer pure repentant songs rest restless heart rise seek shadow shine sing smile song sorrow soul stars storm strength sweet Teach tears tempest temple Thee things Thou art Thou hast Thou wilt thought throne Thy grace Thy hand Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy presence Thy spirit Thy word toil trust truth unto voice wait wandering weary wings
Page 379 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 463 - Whene'er we hear that glorious word ! Faith of our fathers, holy faith ! We will be true to thee till death.
Page 186 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw ; And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 169 - Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry. God save the State ! 135.
Page 493 - GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ! He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded — What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Page 113 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Page 456 - A MIGHTY fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper he, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe ; His craft and power are great; And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal.
Page 252 - O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!