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adore angels appear Behold believe blessed bliss blood bright bring Christ crown dear death divine doth dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes face faith fall Farewell Father fear feel feet flow friends give glorious glory God's gospel grace guilt hand happy hear heart heav'nly heaven hell holy hope HYMN I'll Jesus join joyful keep kind king Lamb land leave light live look Lord meet mind nature never night pain peace poor praise pray receive redeeming rejoice rest rich rise roll round sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sight sing sinners sins skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stand sure sweet tears tell thee thou thought thousand throne tongue true truth turn unto voice wings wonder
63 psl. - 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.
86 psl. - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright : And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
115 psl. - And feed me with a Shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
65 psl. - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
133 psl. - Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
90 psl. - 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. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; liaise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
69 psl. - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then nor is my boasting vain Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
102 psl. - When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. 4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will ; The sea, that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still.