Responsive Readings from the Psalms and Other Scriptures, in the Revised Version

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Joseph Tuthill Duryea
Pilgrim Press, Congregational Sunday-School and Publishing Society, 1898 - 45 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 51 - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Strana 330 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Strana 51 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see; 0 Thou, who changest not, abide with me.
Strana 71 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Strana 234 - 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.
Strana 236 - I heard the voice of Jesus say " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live : " I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live In Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright...
Strana 198 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death...
Strana 347 - I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

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