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Could the sightless sunken eyes , Closed beneath the soft gray hair , Could the mute and stiffened lips Move again in pleading prayerStill , aye still , the words would be , “ Let me hide myself in Thee . " SIMPLY TRUSTING .
Could the sightless sunken eyes , Closed beneath the soft gray hair , Could the mute and stiffened lips Move again in pleading prayerStill , aye still , the words would be , “ Let me hide myself in Thee . " SIMPLY TRUSTING .
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Art thou blessing Breaking stones bright bring cheer chosen Jesus Christian's Triumph cleft clouds Colporteur Commit thy dark Divine Dost doth earth Elkridge eyes faint faith Father fear for thy fresh fields Friend Fulness Dwells glad glory gracious Guiding Voices hand hath hear heard heart be troubled heaven heavenly holy Hymns and Verses Jesus Knows John X labour Let me hide life's light lips Muscatine neath Nevermore o'er path pathway peace praise pray prayer rest Richard Hopkins road Rock of Ages roll sacred pathway Saviour seeds of death sinners sins smile song sorrow spirit Strength in Adversity sweet Talitha Cumi tears thank Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thou knowest thou shalt thought thy Brother thy day Thy love thy soul thy strength thy way unto Tidings toil tread trifle Twas Twilight unguarded hour unto the Lord wait WAYNESVILLE weak weary weep whispered William Sessions words
Populaire passages
Pagina 20 - Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray ; Be wise the erring soul to win ; Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice : For toil comes rest, for exile, home ; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, Behold I come ! HORATIUS BONAR.
Pagina 15 - KNOW not if the dark or bright Shall be my lot : If that wherein my hopes delight Be best, or not It may be mine to drag for years Toil's heavy chain : Or day and night my meat be tears On bed of pain.] Dear faces may surround my hearth With smiles and glee : Or I may dwell alone, and mirth Be strange to me. My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine : No.
Pagina 19 - tis not for naught; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises: — what are men? 3 Go, labor on: enough while here If He shall praise thee, if He deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer; No toil for Him shall be in vain.
Pagina 16 - My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine : And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine. One who has known in storms to sail I have on board : Above the raving of the gale I hear my Lord.
Pagina 46 - Let me hide myself in Thee," Felt her soul no need to hide ; Sweet the song as song could be — And she had no thought beside : All the words unheedingly Fell from lips untouched by care, Dreaming not that each might be On some other lips a prayer : " Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.
Pagina 19 - Go, labour on ; spend, and be spent — Thy joy to do the Father's will. It is the way the Master went : Should not the servant tread it still ? Go, labour on ; 'tis not for nought : Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain. Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not. The Master praises : what are men...
Pagina 6 - Therefore I come, Thy gentle call obeying, And lay my sins and sorrows at Thy feet, On everlasting strength my weakness staying, Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness complete ; Then rising and refreshed, I leave Thy throne, And follow on to know as I am known ! MINISTRY.
Pagina 104 - So I go on not knowing ! I would not if I might ; I would rather walk in the dark, with God, than go alone in the light . I would rather walk with Him by faith, than walk alone by sight.
Pagina 19 - Men die in darkness at your side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb ; Take up the torch, and wave it wide, The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
Pagina 27 - I thought, when the Master Builder Comes down His temple to view, To see what rents must be mended, And what must be builded anew ; Perhaps, as He looks o'er the building, He will bring my work to the light, And seeing the marring and bungling, And how far it...
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | Hymns and verses, collected by S.B. |
| Auteurs | Hymns, Sarah Backhouse |
| Redacteur | Sarah Backhouse |
| Uitgever | S. Harris & Company, 1878 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | Oxford University |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 6 sep 2006 |
| Lengte | 118 pagina's |
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