A collection of Psalms and hymns, publ. by J. and C. Wesley

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John Wesley
1818
 

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الصفحة 182 - Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
الصفحة 176 - OH ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, — A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
الصفحة 123 - MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, ' The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights...
الصفحة 176 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
الصفحة 21 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
الصفحة 19 - GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
الصفحة 62 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
الصفحة 205 - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
الصفحة 159 - Blow ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound ; The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
الصفحة 42 - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

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