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Página 181 - 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.
Página 122 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend, Here I'll sit for ever viewing, Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
Página 177 - And he my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers, I am his ! 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word ; Run up with joy the shining way, T...
Página 141 - Thy law's demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Página 66 - LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind, — 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste.
Página 182 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 185 - When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies ; E'en then shall this be all my plea, " Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.
Página 191 - 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.