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Side 67 - O SPIRIT of the living God, In all thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race. 2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word ; Give power and unction from above, Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
Side 22 - To you, in David's town, this day, Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find, To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Side 83 - I need Thy presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, LORD, abide with me.
Side 24 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
Side 46 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee ! There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven, All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee...
Side 46 - Crowns and thrones may perish. Kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Jesus Constant will remain ; Gates of hell can never 'Gainst that Church prevail ; We have Christ's own promise, And that cannot fail.
Side 90 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's. isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Side 77 - To the great God Triune. 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; On thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth ; On thee, our Lord victorious, The Spirit sent from heaven ; And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given.
Side 90 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll ; Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole : Till o'er our...