Hymns for the Church on earth, selected and arranged by J.C. Ryle

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John Charles Ryle (bp. of Liverpool)
1861

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Page 5 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 393 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away, Change and decay in all around I see; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Page 30 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Page 394 - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Page 52 - SING we the song of those who stand Around the eternal throne Of every kindred, clime, and land, A multitude unknown. 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here To-day the young, the old, Our Saviour and his flock, appear One shepherd and one fold. 3 Toil, trial, suffering still await On earth, the pilgrim throng, Yet learn we in our low estate, The Church triumphant's song. 4 ' Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain,' Cry the redeemed above, 4 Blessing and honour to obtain And everlasting love.
Page 39 - MY God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done.
Page 254 - Come, Thou Almighty King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise: Father, all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days.
Page 259 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God ; So shall I walk aright.
Page 74 - Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; Thee will I love, beneath thy frown, Or smile, thy sceptre, or thy rod ; What though my flesh and heart decay ; Thee shall I love in endless day ! 55.
Page 2 - I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces, I on his breast recline.

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