Harp of the Christian home: hymns by living writers, ed. by C. Rogers1876 |
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Abound in hope adored angels Beautiful home BENJAMIN HALL KENNEDY blessèd blest bliss breast Breathe bright cease CHARLES EDWARD MUDIE cheer Christ has risen Christ's dear sake Christian clouds cross crown darkness death Divine doth dwelling-place on high earth earthly eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear feast of love fountain FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL give me holiness gladness glorious GODFREY THRING grace Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY BICKERSTETH Holy Spirit HORATIUS BONAR hour Hymn J. R. MACDUFF JAMES Dodds JAMES GEORGE Deck labour Lamb Lamb of God Let Thy life's mercy morning night o'er Onward peace Praise ye prayer precious blood rest RICHARD WILTON Sabbath saints Satan shadows shed shine sing sinner sins song sorrow soul strife tears thank Thee Thine Thou didst throne Thy dwelling-place Thy face to-day toil true and living truth voice wanderer weary weeping ye the Lord
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Sida 201 - I THINK when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Sida 41 - For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.
Sida 110 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Sida 194 - The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord; she is his new creation by water and the word : from heaven he came and sought her to be his holy Bride; with his own blood he bought her, and for her life he died.
Sida 205 - I WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold ; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam.
Sida 21 - I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.
Sida 186 - THERE is a happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King Loud let His praises ring, Praise, praise for aye.
Sida 12 - In all time of our tribulation; in all time of our wealth ; in the hour of death, and in the day of judgment, Good Lord, deliver us.
Sida 193 - THE Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord ; She is His new creation By water and the word : From heaven He came and sought her To be His holy Bride ; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died.
Sida 4 - BREAST the wave, Christian, When it is strongest ; Watch for day, Christian, When the night's longest. Onward and onward still Be thine endeavour ; The rest that remaineth Will be for ever.