Hymns for the Church of England [ed. by T. Darling].

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Thomas Darling (rector of St. Michael Royal, London)
1864

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Pagina xxii - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pagina lvi - Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pagina vi - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of GOD, new hopes of Heaven.
Pagina xxix - More firmly to believe ; For still the more the servant hath, , The more shall he receive.
Pagina xxii - A noble army: men and boys, The matron and the maid ; Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain : O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train.
Pagina xxii - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Pagina xxii - Fear not," said he — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; ' ' Glad tidings of great joy I bring, To you and all mankind.
Pagina cxvi - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Pagina xi - Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! It is not night if thou be near : O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Pagina cxviii - In vain thou strugglest to get free ; I never will unloose my hold : Art thou the Man that died for me ? The secret of thy love unfold ; Wrestling, I will not let thee go Till I thy name, thy nature know.

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