The fireside hymn-book, compiled by M. Braithwaite

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Martha Braithwaite
1875
 

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Page 17 - 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.
Page 19 - SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings ; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings : When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new : Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let th' unknown to-morrow * Bring with it what it may.
Page 83 - HAIL to the Lord's anointed! Great David's greater Son: Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free: To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Page 190 - 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 ! # Isaiah xxxv. 7. 4 There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Page 186 - LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
Page 208 - Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy Cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 204 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning. Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 58 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 125 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes. There is a calm, a sure retreat: 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
Page 184 - How are Thy servants blest, O Lord How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.

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