The Wellington hymn book (D.C. Fox, ed.).


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第 316 頁 - LM 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run, Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Thy precious time mis-spent, redeem, Each present day thy last esteem, Improve thy talent with due care, For the great day thyself prepare. 3 In conversation be sincere,
第 91 頁 - me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so bright a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an off ring far too small; Love so amazing, so
第 92 頁 - My never-failing treasury, fill'd With boundless stores of grace. 4 JESUS ! my Saviour, Shepherd, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King; My LORD, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring. 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art,
第 286 頁 - 7-6. 1 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. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft on Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases,
第 318 頁 - The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us, daily, nearer GOD. 7 Only, 0 LORD ! in thy dear love, Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.
第 327 頁 - 3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Lo! he lays his glory by, Born, that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.
第 350 頁 - LM 1 FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, LORD ! Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
第 255 頁 - flow, All for sin could not atone : Thou must save, and Thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress : Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly : Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! Rock of ages, cleft for me;
第 55 頁 - c. M. 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs ' With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus ;" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, " For he was slain for us.
第 23 頁 - Till all the ransom'd church of Be sav'd to sin no more. 4 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. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I '11 sing thy