Studies of Familiar Hymns

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Westminster Press, 1903 - 285 pagina's
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Pagina 114 - I'd be Nearer my God to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Pagina xvii - O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie ! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by ; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light ; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night.
Pagina 227 - O help us, through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe ; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive...
Pagina 179 - GOD bless our native land ; Firm may she ever stand, 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.
Pagina 215 - 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...
Pagina 81 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Pagina 71 - 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.
Pagina 187 - Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find ; Riches, above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
Pagina 34 - The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake!
Pagina 165 - I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

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