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Page 604 - 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 260 - 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 burst his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
Page 324 - 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 346 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day ; Wipe sorrow's tears away; Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside...
Page 359 - When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
Page 446 - Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call ; Extol the Stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all. 3...
Page 254 - 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 544 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious Blood.