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Page 263 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Page 149 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues. Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Page 160 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Page 112 - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream : All the fitness He requireth, Is to feel your need of Him. This He gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Page 261 - AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
Page 133 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Page 411 - I would not live alway: no, welcome the tomb; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom: There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
Page 226 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 319 - Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels...