Sailors' Hymn-book

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Francis Westley, 1823 - 204 pages

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Page 137 - Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; Wash me, and mine thou art : Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart.
Page 31 - We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
Page 161 - T is He adorned my naked soul, And made salvation mine ; Upon a poor, polluted worm He makes His graces shine. 3. And, lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, And cast it all around.
Page 91 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 81 - Sinners in derision crowned Him. Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name. Crown Him, crown Him : Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
Page 95 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 59 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend, Here I'll sit for ever viewing, Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
Page 141 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end...
Page 24 - MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide ; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes.
Page 100 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.

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