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angels bear Beautiful bless blest bliss bound bove bright cheer Chorus Christ comes cross crown dark dear death died dwell earth faith FANNY CROSBY fear feet friends gather gels give glad glory golden grace happy hear heart heaven heavenly hope Je-sus Jesus join keep King Lamb land lead leaves light Little live Look Lord meet Music by T. E. never night o'er onward passed peace permission pilgrim praise pray prayer pure Redeemer rest ring rise river round Sabbath Saviour shining shore side sing skies soldier song Soon sorrow soul speak spirit stand star sweet T. E. PERKINS Take tears tell thee there's Thine eye thou throne tide vale voice wait watch weary Words by FANNY
Page 142 - My native country, thee — Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above.
Page 109 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 109 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Page 101 - 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 109 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Page 101 - 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 142 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break — The sound prolong. 4 Our fathers...
Page 101 - Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!