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Page 163 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky and sea ; Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Amen.
Page 251 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
Page 181 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, — When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; — Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death, — He enters heaven with prayer, 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels, in their songs, rejoice, And...
Page 177 - 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 252 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Page 236 - Suddenly return, and never, . . Never more thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing; Serve thee as thy hosts above ; Pray, and praise thee without ceasing; Glory in thy perfect love.
Page 167 - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
Page 193 - ALAS, and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die ? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide^ And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's sin.