New Hymn and Tune Book; An Offering of Praise for the Methodist Episcopal Church

New Hymn and Tune Book; An Offering of Praise for the Methodist Episcopal Church

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ...prepare, A strict account to give. Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. 841 Now we see through a glass darkly. S. M. THY way is in the sea; Thy paths we cannot trace; Nor solve, O Lord, the mystery Of thy unbounded grace. 2 Here the dark veils of sense Our captive souls surround; Mysterious deeps of providence Our wond'ring thoughts confound. 3 As through a glass we see The wonders of thy love; How little do we know of thee, Or of the joys above! 4 In part we know thy will, And bless thee for the sight: Soon will thy love the rest reveal In glory's clearer light. 5 With joy shall we survey Thy providence and grace; And spend an everlastmg day In wonder, love, and praise. 33d The horrors of the second death. S. M. 0WHERE shall rest be found, --Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. i There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath: 0 what eternal horrors hang Around the second death! 5 Thou God of truth and grace I Teach us that death to shun: Lest we be banished from thy face, For evermore undone. 874 God's absence deprecated. S. M. OTHOU, whose mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye;--2 See, at thy throne of grace, A wretched wand'rer mourn: Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said, --Return? 3 Shall guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet? 0 let not this last refuge fail, --This only safe retreat. 4 Absent more

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  • Paperback | 166 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 9mm | 308g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236497988
  • 9781236497987