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Page 82 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 ' ' Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus!
Page 121 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Page 134 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Page 84 - COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
Page 121 - Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.
Page 159 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease ? While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Page 248 - O GOD of Bethel ! by whose hand Thy people still are fed ; Who, through this weary pilgrimage, Hast all our fathers led : 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Page 87 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.