The Hymnal of the Reformed Church in the United States: A Selection of Hymns and Tunes for Christian Worship

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Publishing House of the Reformed Church, 1890 - 375 sidor

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Sida 76 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot O Lamb of God, I come...
Sida 289 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast : 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And, to the weary, rest.
Sida 238 - His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins as in His sight, For awful is His Name. 3 Watch ! 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak He's near • Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. 4 O happy servant he, In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crowned.
Sida 183 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Sida 279 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in Heaven above. Amen.
Sida 207 - DISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, -" Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire ascending seeks the sun — Both speed them to their source ; So a soul that's born of God Pants to view his glorious face ; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.
Sida 150 - Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Sida 218 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Sida 261 - The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Sida 233 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues But all their joys are one. 2 ( Worthy the Lamb that died,' they cry, ' To be exalted thus ;' 'Worthy the Lamb,' our lips reply,

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