Familiar Hymns: With Music, New and Old : a Companion to the Morning and Evening Services, Designed Especially for Congregational and Mission Use
Charles Russell Hodge
American Church Press, 1888 - Hymns, English - 50 pages
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A-MEN abide adore AMEN angels appear bear bless blest blood breast bring Christ Church close cloud Cross crown crown Him Lord dark death died dwell earth eternal evermore faith fall fear foes follow gate give glorious glory grace hand hath head Hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Je-sus Jesus keep King Lamb land leads light lives look Lord morning Name Nearer night o'er Onward pain pass peace praise prayer Raise rest rise round S. M. Second S. M. Second Tune safe saints salvation Saviour Second Tune shame shine side sight sing skies song sorrow soul Spirit stand Star streams strength sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art throne tion train voice wait
Page 82 - In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne ; Rock of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ! HYMN 14O.
Page 40 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Page 73 - 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!
Page 61 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones know.
Page 50 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see : 0 Thou who changest not, abide with me...
Page 76 - Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail : Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend...
Page 31 - For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Page 58 - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.