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Alleluia arise beauty beneath blessed blood blossom break breath bright bring brow calm cease Christ cloud comes dark dawn dear death dream dwelling earth endless eternal everlasting fair faith Father fear flowers fresh give glad gloom glory gone grave hand happy haste hear heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour Jesus keep King land less life's light live look Lord meet miss morn never night o'er pain pass past peace praises rest rise Saviour seems shade shadows shine silent sing skies sleep smiles song soon sorrow soul spirit spring star storm strange sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou thought toil tomb true Trust truth turn voice wandering waste wave weary wing
第 145 頁 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
第 139 頁 - White in His blood most precious Till not a spot remains. I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fulness dwells in Him : He heals all my diseases ; He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases ; He all my sorrows shares.
第 146 頁 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, 'Behold, I freely give the living water, thirsty one; stoop down and drink and live': I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life-giving stream; my thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 'I am this dark world's light; look unto me, thy morn shall rise, and all thy day be bright...
第 140 頁 - WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold ; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home ; I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam.
第 139 頁 - I long to be like Jesus, — Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, — The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
第 103 頁 - A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way; And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal Sabbath day. Tis but a little while, * And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign.
第 237 頁 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest.
第 65 頁 - Tis not for man to trifle ! Life is brief, And sin is here. Our age is but the falling of a leaf, A dropping tear. We have no time to sport away the hours, All must be earnest in a world like ours. Not many lives, but only one have we,— One, only one ; — How sacred should that one life ever be — That narrow span ! — Day after day filled up with blessed toil, Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.