SACRED MELODIES FOR CONFERENCE AND PRAYER MEETINGS

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Page 33 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4. ' There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Page 48 - Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 " Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of My throne shalt be ; Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?
Page 3 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
Page 18 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Page 213 - JUST as I am, without one plea. But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God ! I come...
Page 24 - It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Page 127 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Page 24 - Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem: But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 114 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all.
Page 71 - I would not live alway : no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

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