A-men adore Alleluia Amen angels bless blest bright CATHERINE WINKWORTH CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER CHARLES WESLEY CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH Church Cross crown dark dear death didst divine dwell DYKES earth EDWARD CASWALL eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear give glad glorious glory GODFREY THRING Hark hath heal hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY SMART Holy Jesus hope ISAAC WATTS Jesus Christ JOHN JOHN STAINER JOSEPH BARNBY King Lamb Lamb of God Latin Hymn life's light live Lord LOWELL MASON morning nigh night o'er peace praise pray prayer reign rejoice rest rise ROBERT SCHUMANN saints Saviour Second Tune Shepherd shine sing sinners skies song sorrow soul Spirit stars strife sweet Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thro Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy Name Thy throne voice weary WILLIAM worship नै
Pagina 39 - His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again.
Pagina 333 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Pagina 375 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 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...
Pagina 375 - 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 232 - He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Pagina 489 - As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream.
Pagina 238 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Pagina 410 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.