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... grief Do I not love thee , Lord most high Do I not trust in thee , O Lord . HYMN · 155 324 156 • 720 Down the dark future , through long genera- tions Drop , drop , slow tears ! and bathe those beau- teous feet . Early , my God ...
... grief Do I not love thee , Lord most high Do I not trust in thee , O Lord . HYMN · 155 324 156 • 720 Down the dark future , through long genera- tions Drop , drop , slow tears ! and bathe those beau- teous feet . Early , my God ...
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... grief . When power divine , in mortal form When rising winds , and rain descending . When shall I , Lord , a journey take HYMN 203 556 670 • 593 235 • 413 654 564 . 484 445 214 543 . 455 448 489 614 When spring unlocks the flowers to ...
... grief . When power divine , in mortal form When rising winds , and rain descending . When shall I , Lord , a journey take HYMN 203 556 670 • 593 235 • 413 654 564 . 484 445 214 543 . 455 448 489 614 When spring unlocks the flowers to ...
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... grief I shall not always strive ; Thou wilt thy suffering servants own , And thou the contrite heart revive . 4 Thy purpose then in me fulfil ; Forsake me not , for I am thine ; Perfect in me thine utmost will ; Whate'er it be , that ...
... grief I shall not always strive ; Thou wilt thy suffering servants own , And thou the contrite heart revive . 4 Thy purpose then in me fulfil ; Forsake me not , for I am thine ; Perfect in me thine utmost will ; Whate'er it be , that ...
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... grief ; God chooses best : He only knows our sick soul's fit relief , And gives us rest . 4 More than our feeble hearts can ever pine For holiness , That Father , in his tenderness divine , Yearneth to bless . 5 What though we fall ...
... grief ; God chooses best : He only knows our sick soul's fit relief , And gives us rest . 4 More than our feeble hearts can ever pine For holiness , That Father , in his tenderness divine , Yearneth to bless . 5 What though we fall ...
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... grief oppress the heart , Or whether joy elate the breast , Or life still keep its little course , Or death invite the heart to rest ; 6 All are thy messengers ; and all Thy sacred pleasure , Lord ! obey : And all are training man to ...
... grief oppress the heart , Or whether joy elate the breast , Or life still keep its little course , Or death invite the heart to rest ; 6 All are thy messengers ; and all Thy sacred pleasure , Lord ! obey : And all are training man to ...
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adore angels art thou beneath bless blest breast breath bright calm Catherine Winkworth cease CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT cheer clouds darkness death divine DODDRIDGE dost doth dwell earth earthly EMILY TAYLOR eternal everlasting evermore faint faith Father Father divine fear FELICIA HEMANS give glorious glory God's gracious grief H. F. LYTE Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour hymn J. H. NEWMAN King let thy life's light live Lord Lydia Sigourney MONTGOMERY morning mortal nigh night o'er peace pray prayer rejoice repentant song resign rest rise shade shine sing skies sleep song sorrow soul stars strength sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy grace thy hand thy love thy mercy thy power thy praise thy presence thy spirit thy word toil trust truth unto voice wandering WATTS weary Wesley wilt wings worship
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Page 10 - Hark! They whisper: Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 10 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Page 10 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Page 27 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.
Page 10 - His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed. He brought us to his fold again.
Page 10 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too : Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.
Page 10 - Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now — and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; You on Jesus' throne shall rest : There your seat is now prepared — There your kingdom and reward.
Page 27 - One by one the sands are flowing; One by one the moments fall, Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee ; Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee; Learn thou first what these can teach.
Page 10 - Jesus, where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek Thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And going, take Thee to their home.
Page 15 - I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good.