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Page 200 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 342 - He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth : Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace the herald go, And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Page 102 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Page 200 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Page 99 - His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven, The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given ; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice : Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
Page 372 - 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 125 - And shall a pardon'd rebel live To speak thy wondrous love ? 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, How glorious, how divine! That can to life and bliss restore So vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy...
Page 128 - When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.