Wayfaring Hymns: Original and TranslatedAnson D.F. Randolph & Company, 770 Broadway, 1869 - 66 sider |
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Almighty blood Art thou bear bitter blessed blood divine blood of Christ bringeth it home CORRUPTIBLE THINGS covenant blood cross dark current depart dark waters darkness light darling day's death deep eternal eyes faint flee flood forgiveness be sweet gentle leading give thee joy glory grief guiding ray hand heals my breast heaven Hidden with Christ hope stands secure Jesus doth live Jesus lives Jesus the sinner leaveth the rest let Thy forgiveness let Thy pity look Lord lordly blood mountains all day night pain pilgrim poor heart powerful blood precious blood righteous blood rock Salvation shalt sheep is astray Shepherd leaveth show Thy face sinner receives sins at Thy sorrow soul findeth rest strengthened in heart tears Thine Thou art Thou dost Thou hast Thy blood thy breast Thy feet Thy love Thy pity appear Thy presence thyself TIRED SERVANT trust wait WAYFARING HYMNS weary and trembling
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Side 51 - A bowing, burdened head, That only asks to rest Unquestioning upon * A loving breast. My good right hand forgets its cunning now, To march the weary march I know not how. I am not eager, bold, Nor strong — all that is past : I am ready not to do, At last, at last. My half-day's work is done, And this is all my part ; I give a patient God My patient heart.
Side 50 - I lay me down to sleep With little thought or care Whether my waking find Me here or there. A bowing burdened head That only asks to rest Unquestioning upon A loving breast. My good right hand forgets Its cunning now — To march the weary march I know not how. I am not eager, bold, Nor strong, all that is past. I am ready not to do At last, at last.
Side 50 - I lay me down to sleep, With little thought or care, Whether my waking find Me here— or THERE! "A bowing, burdened head, That only asks to rest, Unquestioning, upon A loving Breast.
Side 61 - One more day's work for Jesus; How sweet the work has been To tell the story, To show the glory, Where Christ's flock enter in! How it did shine In this poor heart of mine!
Side 1 - These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country.
Side 60 - One more day's work for Jesus : How glorious is my King ! 'Tis joy, not duty, to speak His beauty ; My soul mounts on the wing At the mere thought how Christ my life has bought. 3 One more day's work for Jesus...
Side 31 - Now, O my God ! My comfort, portion, rest! Thou, none but Thou, shalt reign within my breast. Call me to Thee ! call me Thyself — oh ! speak, And bind my heart to Thee, whom most I seek ! Then let me dwell But as a pilgrim here ; One to whom earth seems distant — heaven more near. Let this my joy, my life, my life-work be, To die to self — to live, my Lord, to Thee. I know this road Through narrow straits doth wend, Wherein my stubborn will must stoop and bend.
Side 26 - Bring here thy burden, And find in me a full release ; Bring all thy sorrows, all thy longings, And take instead my perfect peace. Trying to bear thy cross alone ! — Child, the mistake is all thine own. And now my cross is all supported, — Part on my Lord, and part on me : But as He is so much the stronger, He seems to bear it — I go free. I touch its weight, just here and here, — Weight that would crush, were He not near...
Side 61 - O yes, a weary day ; But heaven shines clearer, And rest comes nearer, At each step of the way ; And Christ in all — Before His face I fall. — CHO. 5 O blessed work for Jesus ! O rest at Jesus' feet ! There toil seems pleasure, My wants are treasure, And pain for Him is sweet.
Side 36 - Lord, make it right! Night is as day to thee, Darkness is light. I am afraid to touch Things that involve so much; My trembling hand may shake — My skillful hand may break; Thine can make no mistake.