A Selection of Hymns: Designed as a Supplement to the "Psalms and Hymns" of the Presbyterian Church

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W. S. & A. Martien, 1861 - 516 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 174 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee ! 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...
Strana 272 - Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar, For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end.
Strana 271 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Strana 174 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Strana 92 - JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 'Midst flaming worlds in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head.
Strana 127 - Just as I am — and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come...
Strana 358 - When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast.
Strana 448 - SERVANT of God, well done ! Rest from thy loved employ ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy. The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame, He fell, — but felt no fear.
Strana 411 - Thy will be done ! 3 Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father, still I strive to say, — Thy will be done ! 4 If but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest : Thy will be done...
Strana 169 - WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, •'*• And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...

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