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Alleluia angels bear bless blest break breast breath bright bring Brooke calm child clouds comes comfort crown dark dear death deep divine dwell earth eternal eyes face faith fall Father fear feel feet flowers give glorious glory grace grief hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour hymn Jesus John keep King land lead lift light live look Lord morn move never night o'er pain path peace perfect poor praise pray prayer pure raise rejoice rest Ring rise round saints seek shadows shine sing skies sleep song sorrow soul spirit stand stars storm strength sweet thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thy love toil trust truth voice wait wandering watch weary wind
Page 38 - ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, Come ye before Him and rejoice.
Page 138 - LORD, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live ; To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give.
Page 221 - SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again, A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.
Page 5 - CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night. Dayspring from on high, be near ; Daystar in my heart, appear.
Page 44 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 58 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 126 - 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 207 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.