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O Thou, whose infant feet were found

Author: Reginald Heber Hymnal: CBWM1872 #529 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father's shrine, Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine; 2 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own! Topics: Children; Epiphany, First Sunday Languages: English Tune Title: HEBER
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Lamb of God, I look to Thee

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: CBWM1872 #530 (1890) Lyrics: 1 Lamb of God, I look to Thee; Thou shalt my example be; Thou art gentle, meek, and mild, Thou wast once a little child. 2 Fain I would be as Thou art; Give me Thy obedient heart. Thou art pitiful and kind: Let me have Thy loving mind. 3 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, In Thy gracious hands I am. Make me, Saviour, what Thou art, Live Thyself within my heart. 4 I shall then show forth Thy praise, Serve Thee all my happy days: Then the world shall always see Christ, the holy Child, in me. Topics: Children Languages: English Tune Title: FERRIER
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Seeing I am Jesus' lamb

Author: Miss Winkworth; Henrietta Lousia von Hayn Hymnal: CBWM1872 #531 (1890) Lyrics: 1 Seeing I am Jesus' lamb, Ever glad at heart I am O'er my Shepherd kind and good, Who provides me daily food, And His lamb by name doth call, For He knows and loves us all. 2 Guided by His gentle staff Where the sunny pastures laugh, I go in and out and feed, Lacking nothing that I need. When I thirst, my feet He brings To the fresh and living springs. 3 Shall I not rejoice for this? He is mine, and I am His: And when these bright days are past, Safely in His arms at last. He will bear me home to heaven; Ah, what joy hath Jesus given! Topics: Children Languages: English; Latin Tune Title: WEIL ICH JESU SCHÄFLEIN BIN
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Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding

Author: William Augustus Muhlenberg Hymnal: CBWM1872 #532 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1 Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding With the Shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share; 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm; There, we know, Thy Word believing, Only there, secure from harm. 3 Never from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them through life's dangerous way. 4 Then within Thy fold eternal Let them find a resting-place: Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of Thy grace. Topics: Children Languages: English Tune Title: BERGGREEN
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Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: CBWM1872 #533 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee. 3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God! 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet Source of light divine, And, all harmonious names in one, My Saviour,--Thou art mine! 6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above When time shall be no more! Topics: Private Devotion Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, 66
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I love to steal awhile away

Author: Phoebe H. Brown Hymnal: CBWM1872 #534 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all His promises to plead Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. Topics: Private Devotion Languages: English Tune Title: WOLVERHAMPTON
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Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: CBWM1872 #535 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see; And cast each idol from its throne, That dares to rival Thee. 2 Is not Thy Name melodious still To my attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear? 3 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock I would disdain to feed? Hast Thou a foe, before whose face I fear Thy cause to plead? 4 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord; But O, I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, That I may love Thee more. Topics: Private Devotion Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FULBERT
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Nearer, my God, to Thee

Author: Sarah Flower Adams Hymnal: CBWM1872 #536a (1890) Meter: 6.4 Lyrics: 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 2 Though, like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 3 There let my way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! Topics: Private Devotion; Easter Season, Fourth Sunday; Twenty Third Sunday after Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: HORBURY
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Nearer, my God, to Thee

Author: Sarah Flower Adams Hymnal: CBWM1872 #536b (1890) Meter: 6.4 Lyrics: 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 2 Though, like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 3 There let my way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! Topics: Private Devotion; Easter Season, Fourth Sunday; Twenty Third Sunday after Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE
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With years opprest, with sorrow worn

Author: Sir Robert Grant Hymnal: CBWM1872 #537 (1890) Lyrics: 1 With years opprest, with sorrow worn, Dejected, harassed, sick, forlorn, To Thee, O God, I pray: To Thee my withered hands arise, To Thee I left these failing eyes; O cast me not away! 2 Thy mercy heard my infant prayer: Thy Love, with all a mother's care, Sustained my childish days: Thy goodness watched my ripening youth, And formed my heart to love Thy truth, And filled my lips with praise. 3 O Saviour, has Thy grace declined? Can years affect the eternal Mind, Or time its Love decay? A thousand ages in Thy sight, And all their long and weary flight, Are gone like yesterday. 4 Then, even in age and grief, Thy Name Shall still my languid heart inflame, And bow my faltering knee: O yet this bosom feels the fire; This trembling hand and drooping lyre Have yet a strain for Thee! 5 Yes, broken, tuneless, still, O Lord, This voice, transported, shall record Thy goodness, tried so long; Till, sinking slow with calm decay, Its feeble murmurs melt away Into a seraph's song. Topics: Private Devotion; For the Aged Languages: English Tune Title: ST. SIMEON

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