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... rest ! some shoots of bliss 785 504 418 Brother ! thou art gone before us By cool Siloam's shady rill Call the Lord thy sure salvation Call them from the dead Calm on the bosom of thy God . Can I see another's woe Child , amidst the ...
... rest ! some shoots of bliss 785 504 418 Brother ! thou art gone before us By cool Siloam's shady rill Call the Lord thy sure salvation Call them from the dead Calm on the bosom of thy God . Can I see another's woe Child , amidst the ...
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... rest be found . O worship the King • O would'st thou , Lord , thy servant guard Parent of good : thy bounteous hand . Parted from God and far removed . . 182 568 196 467 246 • 447 • 228 • 727 • 607 92 . 573 112 83 545 519 59 . 275 ...
... rest be found . O worship the King • O would'st thou , Lord , thy servant guard Parent of good : thy bounteous hand . Parted from God and far removed . . 182 568 196 467 246 • 447 • 228 • 727 • 607 92 . 573 112 83 545 519 59 . 275 ...
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... rest at last in thee , my home . ELIZA SCUDDER , 1864 . C. M. " He dwelleth not in temples made with hands . " I THE Lord hath builded for himself ; He needs no earthly dome : The universe his dwelling is , Eternity his home . 2 Yon ...
... rest at last in thee , my home . ELIZA SCUDDER , 1864 . C. M. " He dwelleth not in temples made with hands . " I THE Lord hath builded for himself ; He needs no earthly dome : The universe his dwelling is , Eternity his home . 2 Yon ...
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... rest , - That what he does is ever best . 4 Wait , then , my soul , submissive wait ; With reverence bow before his feet ; Though paths of pain thou oft hast trod , Trust in a wise and gracious God . B. Beddome , 1787 . L. M. GOD ...
... rest , - That what he does is ever best . 4 Wait , then , my soul , submissive wait ; With reverence bow before his feet ; Though paths of pain thou oft hast trod , Trust in a wise and gracious God . B. Beddome , 1787 . L. M. GOD ...
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... rest , To lean on thy parental breast , To feed on thee , the living bread , And drink at mercy's fountain - head . 4 The springs of life are all thy own ; They flow from thy eternal throne : Light in thy light alone we see : O save us ...
... rest , To lean on thy parental breast , To feed on thee , the living bread , And drink at mercy's fountain - head . 4 The springs of life are all thy own ; They flow from thy eternal throne : Light in thy light alone we see : O save us ...
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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.