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Amidst the wakeful hours of night When any cares afflict my head , One thought of
Thee gives new delight And adds refreshment to my bed . My life itself without thy
love No taste of pleasure could afford ; ' Twould but a tiresome burden prove If ...
Amidst the wakeful hours of night When any cares afflict my head , One thought of
Thee gives new delight And adds refreshment to my bed . My life itself without thy
love No taste of pleasure could afford ; ' Twould but a tiresome burden prove If ...
xix ÆäÀÌÁö
... What I ' ve committed to thy trust , Till the decisive hour . Then wilt thou own thy
servant ' s name , Before thy Father ' s face , And in the new Jerusalem Appoint
my soul a place . XXII . CHINA . L . M . Psalm lxxii 12 PARAPHRASES .
... What I ' ve committed to thy trust , Till the decisive hour . Then wilt thou own thy
servant ' s name , Before thy Father ' s face , And in the new Jerusalem Appoint
my soul a place . XXII . CHINA . L . M . Psalm lxxii 12 PARAPHRASES .
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To them in each distressing hour His throne of grace is near ; And when they
plead his love and pow ' r , He lends a list ' ning ear . His presence sweetens all
their cares • And makes their burdens light : A word from him dispels their fears ,
And ...
To them in each distressing hour His throne of grace is near ; And when they
plead his love and pow ' r , He lends a list ' ning ear . His presence sweetens all
their cares • And makes their burdens light : A word from him dispels their fears ,
And ...
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By thine hour of dark despair ; By thine agony of prayer ; By the purple robe of
scorn ; By thy wounds , thy crown of thorn ; Cross and passion , pangs and cries ;
By thy perfect sacrifice ; Jesus ! look with pitying eye ; Hear our solemn litany .
By thine hour of dark despair ; By thine agony of prayer ; By the purple robe of
scorn ; By thy wounds , thy crown of thorn ; Cross and passion , pangs and cries ;
By thy perfect sacrifice ; Jesus ! look with pitying eye ; Hear our solemn litany .
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D . L . M . THE hour of my departure ' s come ; I hear the voice that calls me home
; At last , O Lord ! let trouble cease , And let thy servant die in peace . The race
appointed I have run ; The combat ' s o ' er , the prize is won ; And now my
witness ...
D . L . M . THE hour of my departure ' s come ; I hear the voice that calls me home
; At last , O Lord ! let trouble cease , And let thy servant die in peace . The race
appointed I have run ; The combat ' s o ' er , the prize is won ; And now my
witness ...
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xlvii ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
xlix ÆäÀÌÁö - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glory to the new-born KINO. Amen Christmas. Hymn 48. (SECOND TuNE). X "Glory to GOD in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men." HARK I the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born KING, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, GOD and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim CHRIST is born in Bethlehem, Hark!
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.