The Wesleyan Minstrel: A Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Use of Sunday Schools and Social Worship

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C.D. Strong, 1850 - Hymns, English - 141 pages
 

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Page 7 - And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Page 21 - Come, thou fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise...
Page 17 - 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 ransomed sinners, home.
Page 37 - 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.
Page 33 - A Penitent pleading for Pardon. pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee?
Page 69 - A CHARGE to keep I have, A God to glorify ; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky : — 2. To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill,— O ! may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will.
Page 85 - TTAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear — Repent ! — thy end is nigh ! Death, at the farthest, can't be far, Oh, think before thou die ! 2 Reflect — thou hast a soul to save : Thy sins — how high they mount ! What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? How stands that dread account? 3 Death enters — and there's no defence : His time, there's none can tell...
Page 33 - Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well.
Page 61 - ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.
Page 42 - MY soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh watch, and fight, and pray ; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore.

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