Hymns for Christian Devotion: Especially Adapted to the Universalist Denomination

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Universalist Publishing House, 1873 - 704 pagina's

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Pagina 357 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, •And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Pagina 29 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made...
Pagina 274 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas ? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
Pagina 275 - PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh The falling of a tear; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Pagina 339 - Feed me till I want no more, Feed me till I want no more. Sel. 372. [H. 220. GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand: Bread of heaven, Feed me, till I want no more.
Pagina 408 - 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.
Pagina 167 - While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes, to make His blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
Pagina 657 - Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long, unwearied, sing High praise to the eternal King.
Pagina 660 - MY God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.
Pagina 40 - LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples, are ! To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desires To see my God.

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