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Página 63 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.
Página 192 - GUIDE me, O Thou great JEHOVAH, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Página 195 - For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Página 382 - I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Página 174 - Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above, Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of Love.
Página 240 - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright ; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
Página 53 - GO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Página 187 - Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my affections to the cross ; Hallow each thought ; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.