Happy Greetings: A Collection of Choice Original Hymns and Tunes Suitable for Sunday-school, Bible Classes and the Home Circle

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A. Hull, 1888 - Hymns, English - 192 pages
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Page 155 - Abide with me from morn till eve, for without thee I cannot live; abide with me when night is nigh, for without thee I dare not die.
Page 183 - Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart! Rise to all eternity!
Page 183 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Page 177 - While I draw this fleeting breath. When my eyes shall close in death. When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne. Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee.
Page 117 - I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode, The Church, our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy church, O God ! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Page 183 - 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.
Page 97 - Sinners whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go — spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 147 - Head with the beasts of the stall; angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of alL...
Page 165 - CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men, and angels, say ; Raise your joys and triumphs high ! Sing, ye heavens ! and earth, reply...
Page 61 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Beth-El I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer to Thee!

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