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As Thirsts the Hart for Cooling Flood
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #268 Meter: 8.8.4.8.8.4 Lyrics: 1. As thirsts the hart for cooling flood,
So longs my soul, O living God,
To taste Thy grace;
When unto Thee shall I draw near,
O when within Thy courts appear,
And see Thy face?
2. How oft I led the happy throngs
That sought the house of God with songs
Of joy and praise;
I ever joined with true delight
The multitude that kept aright
The holy days.
3. O why, my soul, such hopelessness?
Why such disquiet and distress?
On God rely;
For I shall yet behold His face,
Who is my God, and I His grace
Will magnify. Languages: English Tune Title: SNOWDEN
As Thirsts the Hart for Cooling Flood
Something to Feast the Soul
Author: Mrs. C. E. Taylor Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6203 Meter: 8.8.4.8.8.4 First Line: Something to feast the soul, O Lord Lyrics: 1. Something to feast the soul, O Lord,
Something to gather from Thy Word,
Give us today;
That, wheresoe’er our feet may roam,
We may be drawing nearer home,
Each night, we pray.
2. Give us today our daily bread,
That we, from Thy rich bounty fed,
May grow within;
That, overcoming every foe,
The sweet reward of faith may know,
A rest from sin.
3. Give us a patient spirit, Lord,
For all the world cannot accord
Such blissful rest.
As, when we lean upon Thy Word,
Thy precious promises afford
To souls oppressed. Languages: English Tune Title: TAYLOR
Something to Feast the Soul
As Thirsts the Hart for Cooling Flood
Hymnal: Small Church Music #7429 Meter: 8.8.4.8.8.4 Tune Title: SNOWDEN
As Thirsts the Hart for Cooling Flood
The Battle Song Of The Church
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11642 Meter: 8.8.4.8.8.4 First Line: Fear not the foe, thou flock of God Lyrics: 1 Fear not the foe, thou flock of God,
Fear not the sword, the spear, the rod,
Fear not the foe!
He fights in vain who fights with thee;
Soon shalt thou see his armies flee,
Himself laid low.
2 Come, cheer thee to the toil and fight;
’Tis God, thy God, defends the right;
He leads thee on.
His sword shall scatter every foe,
His shield shall ward off every blow;
The crown is won.
3 His is the battle, His the power,
His is the triumph in that hour;
In Him be strong.
So round thy brow the wreath shall twine,
So shall the victory be thine,
And thine the song.
4 Not long the sigh, the toil, the sweat,
Not long the fight-day’s wasting heat;
The shadows come.
Slack not thy weapon in the fight;
Courage! for God defends the right;
Strike home! Strike home! Languages: English Tune Title: TAYLOR
The Battle Song Of The Church
