The Institute Hymnal

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Charles Taylor Ives, Raymond Huntington Woodman
Novello, Ewer, 1901 - 262 pages
 

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Page 148 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong; Who follows in His train?
Page 162 - I* THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children, as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Page 13 - I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Page 86 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious blood.
Page 125 - I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee.
Page 183 - My native country, thee — Land of the noble free — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Page 157 - They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David ; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. And they, who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
Page 11 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Page 138 - It can bring with it nothing, But he will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread.
Page 54 - Finish then thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in thee: Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise!

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