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Lead to the shadow of the Rock of Refuge: F.J. Crosby: 551: Firm as a Rock that is in the mighty ocean: F.J. Crosby: 559: The Lord is my Refuge, my Strength and Shield: F.J. Crosby: 579: Near to Thee: Thou whose hand thus far has led me: Julia Sterling* 620: It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine: Mary Shekelton: 631: Let us Walk in the ...
For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth. By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee. I am as a wonder unto many; but thou art my strong refuge. Let my mouth be filled with thy praise and with thy honour all the day.
Elmer, Richard M. "'How Great Thou Art! "The Vicissitudes of a Hymn." The Hymn 9 (January 1958):18–20. A discussion of the two translations of the text by E. Gustav Johnson and Hine. Richardson, Paul A. "How Great Thou Art." Church Musician 39 (August 1988):9–1 1. A Hymn of the Month article on the text by Carl Boberg as translated by Hine.
Hear my humble cry. While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Let me at Thy throne of mercy, Find a sweet relief. Kneeling there in deep contrition, Help my unbelief. Saviour, Saviour, Hear my humble cry. While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face, Heal my wounded, broken ...
From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years ...
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; For Thee all the follies of sin I resign. My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. I love Thee because Thou has first loved me, And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree. I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
Sonnet 109 is an English or Shakespearean sonnet.The English sonnet has three quatrains, followed by a final rhyming couplet.It follows the typical rhyme scheme of the form abab cdcd efef gg and is composed in iambic pentameter, a type of poetic metre based on five pairs of metrically weak/strong syllabic positions.
Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: