Echoes of Paradise: A Choice Collection of Christian Hymns Suitable for Sabbath Schools and All Other Departments of Religious Work

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C.H. Woodman, 1903 - 300 páginas
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Página 57 - 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.
Página 101 - O joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind thou art ! How good to those who seek...
Página 95 - See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Página 95 - WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Página 114 - He drew me with the cords of love, And thus He bound me to Him...
Página 195 - O SING unto the LORD a new song: Sing unto the LORD, all the earth. Sing unto the LORD, bless his name; Shew forth his salvation from day to day.
Página 290 - Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign ; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine!
Página 101 - Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind. 3 O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek. To those who fall, how kind thou art...
Página 203 - LEAD us, heavenly Father, lead us O'er the world's tempestuous sea ; Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but thee ; Yet possessing Every blessing, If our God our Father be.

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