This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ...clasp thee in mine arms, The antidote of death. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 0 " O- TJie Name, of Jesus. (746.) 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'T is manna to the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ...clasp thee in mine arms, The antidote of death. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 0 " O- TJie Name, of Jesus. (746.) 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'T is manna to the hungry soul, And, to tho weary, rest. 3 Jcpus!--my Shepherd, Husband, Friend! My Prophet, Priest, and King! My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End! Accept the praise I bring. 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But, when I see thee as thou art, I '11 praise thee as I ought. 5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim, With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. John Newton, 177?. 0 -7 tf - The dearest ffame. 1 There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth. 2 It tells me of a Saviour's love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea. 3 It tells me what my Father hath In store for every day, And, though I tread a darksome path, Yields sunshine all the way. 4 It tel'is of One, whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe, Who in each sorrow bears a part, That none can bear below. Frederick Whit field, 1S59. The veil of sense hangs dark be-tween Thy bless-I'd faca and mine. ' ioue to (7ie wnseen Jesus. (752.) 1 Jesus! these eyes have never seen That radiant form of thine; The veil of sense hangs dark between Thy blesse'd face and mine. 2 I see thee not, I hear theo not, Yet art thou oft with me; And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, As where I meet with thee. 3 Like some bright dream that comes un 'When slumbers o'er me roll, sought Thine image ever fills my t...
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Add this copy of The Chapel Hymn Book: With Tunes, for the Worship of to cart. $59.74, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2019 by Wentworth Press.