Telling Jesus: a collection of sacred songs, both new and old, for the church, the sunday school, the singing convention, and all kinds of religious work and worship

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Teacher's Music Publishing Company, 1922 - Gospel music - 192 pages
 

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Page 165 - 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. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 147 - 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.
Page 165 - 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 147 - May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ; As Thou hast died for me, Oh, may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire.
Page 137 - Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4. ' There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Page 171 - ... 1. Rock of a - ges, cleft for me, Let me hide my -self in Thee; 2.
Page 97 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Page 137 - I thy joys shall see. 162 1 WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come...
Page 165 - And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new, Which hypocrites could ne'er attain:— Which false apostates never knew.
Page 81 - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.

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