. Voice of praise, no. 2 : a complete collection of scriptural, gospel, Sunday-school and praise service songs. ill moons shall wax and wane no more. While western em - pires own their Lord, And sav- age tribes at - tend his word. His name like sweet per - fume shall rise With ev -ry morn - ing sac - ri - fice. An - gels de - scend with songs a - gain, And earth re - peat the loud A - men. i i No. 213. How Gentle Gods Commands. Philip Doddridge. Arr. from Hans G. Naegeli. 1. How gen - tie Gods com-mands! How kind his pre - cepts are! 2. Be - neath his watch - ful eye His saints se - cure - ly
. Voice of praise, no. 2 : a complete collection of scriptural, gospel, Sunday-school and praise service songs. ill moons shall wax and wane no more. While western em - pires own their Lord, And sav- age tribes at - tend his word. His name like sweet per - fume shall rise With ev -ry morn - ing sac - ri - fice. An - gels de - scend with songs a - gain, And earth re - peat the loud A - men. i i No. 213. How Gentle Gods Commands. Philip Doddridge. Arr. from Hans G. Naegeli. 1. How gen - tie Gods com-mands! How kind his pre - cepts are! 2. Be - neath his watch - ful eye His saints se - cure - ly dwell-, 3. Why should this anx - ious load Press down your wea - ry mind? 4. His good - ness stands ap-proved, Un - changed from day to day: r i 4—4-, Come, cast your bur - dens on the Lord, And trust his con - stant care. That hand which bears all na - ture up Shall guard* his chil - dren well. Haste to your heavn-ly Fa - thers throne, And sweet re - fresh - ment find. Ill drop my bur - den at his feet, And bear a song a - way. No. 214. Charles Wesley. Jesus, Lover of My Soul. _J K-r-rJ L John B. i . r ~- i r r i wa - ters roll, While the tern- pest still is high! Hide me,?g- -m- ^ m m m m ~*~ my Saviour,hide, Till the A—X- -r-r - - - - H storm of life be past; Safe in - to the _ _ . „ , . flt i r r i r r ha - ven guide, O re-ceive my soul at last!-F- - 1 i*- - _ i—r— Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness;False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin:Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee:Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. 2 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 in thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring;Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ
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