The Countess of Huntingdon's Connexion Hymn-Book, Prepared by Authority of the Conference. [Edited by B. S. Hollis and Others.]

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Benjamin Samuel HOLLIS
Knight & Son, 1854 - 548 pages

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Page 181 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Page 154 - Lord my pasture shall prepare, -*- And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 7 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 110 - 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.
Page 158 - 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 ;" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Page 365 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Page 51 - Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. i 4 O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight ; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light!
Page 151 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Page 341 - Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.

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