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Lead me, Saviour

Hymnal: LL1881 #128 (1881) First Line: Saviour, lead me, lest I stray Refrain First Line: Lead me, lead me Lyrics: 1 Saviour, lead me, lest I stray, Gently lead me all the way; I am safe when by my side, I would in Thy love abide. Chorus: Lead me, lead me, Saviour lead me lest I stray; Gently down the stream of time, Lead me, Saviour all the way. 2 Thou, the refuge of my soul, When life's stormy billows roll, I am safe when Thou art nigh, All my hopes on Thee rely. [Chorus] 3 Saviour, lead me then at last, When the storm of life is past, To the land of endless day, Where all tears are wiped away. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [Saviour, lead me, lest I stray]
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Spring

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: LL1881 #129 (1881) First Line: Father, I stretch my hands to thee Lyrics: 1 Father, I stretch my hands to thee, No other help I know; If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? 2 What did thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor to secure My soul from endless death! 3 O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel thy pow'r! Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes; O let me now receive that gift; My soul without it dies! Languages: English Tune Title: SPRING
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Ship of Zion

Author: Mrs. M. B. C. Slade Hymnal: LL1881 #130 (1881) First Line: There's a wail from the islands of the sea Lyrics: 1 There's a wail from the islands of the sea, There's a voice that is calling you and me, In the old Ship of Zion, The strong help of Zion, The good news of Zion, carry ye! "Come over and help us!" is the cry; Come over and help us, or we die, I see the wo falling, I hear the voice calling, Oh, Ship of Salvation, thither fly. 2 There's a moan from the desert, full of pain, There's a sigh over Afric's sunny plain. In the old Ship of Zion, The strong help of Zion, Bear good news of Zion o'er the main. "Come over and help us!" is the cry; Come over and help us, or we die, Across the wide waters, Hear Afric's daughters! Oh, Ship of Salvation, thither fly. 3 There's a groan from the Ganges where they fall, At the fret of the Idols, in their thrall, In the old Ship of Zion, The strong help of Zion, The good news of Zion, bear them all! "Come over and help us!" is the cry; Come over and help us, or we die, I see idols falling, And India calling, Oh, Ship of Salvation, thither fly. Languages: English Tune Title: [There's a wail from the islands of the sea]
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Jubilee song

Author: Mrs. M. B. C. Slade Hymnal: LL1881 #132 (1881) First Line: Oh, ye who have lost your possessions of peace Refrain First Line: Oh, jubilee year! great jubilee year! Lyrics: 1 Oh, ye who have lost your possessions of peace, Whose soul for the rest that remaineth doth yearn, The voice of the Lord bids your sorrowing cease, This year of my jubilee, go shall return. Refrain: Oh, jubilee year! jubilee year! Now let its glad shoutings begin. The high-sounding trumpet shall gladden the ear, Proclaiming God's liberty, freedom from sin. 2 Ye, who from the house of your Father astray, Are longing no more from his presence to roam, The voice of his mercy doth tenderly say, This year of my jubilee, ye shall return. [Refrain] 3 Ye, who with his foes are enrolling your names, Who far from his service are bending the knee, The voice of Jehovah your ransom proclaims, This year of my jubilee, all shall go free. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [Oh, ye who have lost your possessions of peace]
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Come to Jesus

Hymnal: LL1881 #133 (1881) First Line: Come to Jesus, come to Jesus Lyrics: 1 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now; Just now come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now. 2 He will save you, etc. 3 He is able, etc. 4 He is willing, etc. 5 He is waiting, etc. 6 He will hear you, etc. 7 He will cleanse you, etc. 8 He'll renew you, etc. 9 He'll forgive you, etc. 10 If you trust him, etc. 11 He will save you, etc. Languages: English
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By and by

Hymnal: LL1881 #133b (1881) First Line: We speak of the realms of the blest Refrain First Line: In the sweet by and by Lyrics: 1 We speak of the realms of the blest, That region so bright and fair And oft are its glories confessed-- But what must it be to be there? Chorus: In the sweet by and by, We shall rest on that beautiful shore. 2 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within, But what must it be to be there? 3 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear, The church of the first-born above-- But what must it be to be there! 4 O Father! 'mid sorrow and woe, For heaven our spirits prepare, And shortly we also shall know, And feel what it is to be there. Languages: English
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No night in heaven

Author: Chas. H. Gabriel Hymnal: LL1881 #134 (1881) First Line: There is no night in heav'n above Refrain First Line: No night in that land where the angels stay Lyrics: 1 There is no night in heav'n above, No grief, no toil, no pain; And blood-washed souls who reach that land, Shall never sigh again. Chorus: No night in that land where the angels stay, No sorrow or sighing can darken the day, There is my home, there is my home, There with my Saviour forever, There is my home, there is my home. 2 There, storms of sorrow never come, They all have pass'd away; The Saviour's there, that is His home, He wipes all tears away. [Chorus] 3 There, we may meet those gone before And blood-washed garments wear; With Jesus dwell forevermore, And shine forever there. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [There is no night in heav'n above]
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Troyte's chant

Hymnal: LL1881 #135 (1881) First Line: My God, my Father, while I stray Lyrics: 1 My God, my Father, while I stray, Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not; Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, "Thy will be done." 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh, For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, "Thy will be done." 4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize--it ne'er was mine; I only yield what was thine-- "Thy will be done." Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [My God, my Father, while I stray]
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The place prepared

Author: Mrs. M. B. C. Slade Hymnal: LL1881 #136 (1881) First Line: There's a beautiful place, for you and for me Refrain First Line: Beautiful home! beautiful home! Lyrics: 1 There's a beautiful place, for you and for me, We homeless shall be, nevermore; For a mansion prepared by Jesus I see, And he is the Way and the Door. Refrain: Beautiful home! beautiful home! Singing its story I tell, Oh, enter, my soul, no longer to roam, Forever with Jesus to dwell. 2 And I need not look off, to find the dear place, O'er Jordan's dark rolling away; For he calleth me nigh, and shows me his face, And bids me be welcome today. [Refrain] 3 I shall enter his house, and find him I know, In doing the will of his word; And, my heavenly home begun here below, Shall dwell evermore with my Lord. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [There's a beautiful place, for you and for me]
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The Greenland's icy mountains

Hymnal: LL1881 #137b (1881) First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains Lyrics: 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 Shall we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. Languages: English

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