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Seite 64 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Seite 101 - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Seite 22 - What are they but His jewels Of right celestial worth ? What are they but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth...
Seite 100 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 149 - Take thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to thee may seem ; Choose thou my good and ill. 3 Choose thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Be thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom and my all.
Seite 164 - THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far Thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for Thy repose; My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.
Seite 98 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away! What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Seite 111 - Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end.