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adoration Alleluia angels appear awake band bear Behold bleſs bleſsed blest bliſs blood born bright bring cheer chosen Christ comes comfort croſs crown CXLVI death earth eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear flow gain gates gifts give glad gladneſs glorious glory grace gracious grant grief hallowed hand hast healing hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope host hour HYMN Jesu Jesus joyful keep King land lift light live Lord majesty mind morn never night o'er pain peace praise prayer presence proclaim raise realms Redeemer reign rejoice rest righteousneſs rise round sacred saints Saviour seek shine sing sins Sion's song sorrow soul sound Spirit stand strains streams strength Sundays sweet tell thanks thee thine things thou thoughts thousand throne truth voice watch waters wondrous XXVII XXXIV XXXIX
Page vi - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of GOD, new hopes of Heaven.
Page xxix - They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain : O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train.
Page iv - Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Page cx - 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 xxxvi - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, — Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand, — From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, — They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page cxxxiii - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page xcii - Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
Page cxxxiii - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.