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Page 36 - TIS a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought — Do I love the Lord, or no ; Am I his, or am I not?
Page 150 - More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 111 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 150 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Page 110 - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe; no good to crave; No fears to quell; no soul to save. 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
Page 77 - O ye banish'd seed, be glad ; Christ our advocate is made ; Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes.
Page 50 - God's free bounty glorify ! True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
Page 110 - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name.