The English hymn book [compiled by R. W. Dale]. |
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Pagina 62
... soul is raised from sin and death , Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; To us Thy quickening power extend . 4 Jehovah ! Father , Spirit , Son ; Mysterious Godhead ! Three in One ! Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; Grace , pardon ...
... soul is raised from sin and death , Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; To us Thy quickening power extend . 4 Jehovah ! Father , Spirit , Son ; Mysterious Godhead ! Three in One ! Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; Grace , pardon ...
Pagina 63
... soul is raised from sin and death , Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; To us Thy quickening power extend . 4 Jehovah Father , Spirit , Son ; Mysterious Godhead : Three in One ! Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; Grace , pardon , life ...
... soul is raised from sin and death , Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; To us Thy quickening power extend . 4 Jehovah Father , Spirit , Son ; Mysterious Godhead : Three in One ! Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; Grace , pardon , life ...
Pagina 79
English hymn book Robert William Dale. 99 I Y L.M. Psalm civ . My soul , thy great Creator praise ; WATTS . * When ... soul grows pale with fear , 2 He the imprisoned winds unchains , He their angry ' Tis the voice of God we hear . 22 ...
English hymn book Robert William Dale. 99 I Y L.M. Psalm civ . My soul , thy great Creator praise ; WATTS . * When ... soul grows pale with fear , 2 He the imprisoned winds unchains , He their angry ' Tis the voice of God we hear . 22 ...
Pagina 67
... soul , thy great Creator praise ; When , clothed in His celestial rays , He in full majesty appears , And , like a robe , His glory wears . 2 The heavens are for His curtain spread , The unfathomed deep He makes His bed ; Clouds are His ...
... soul , thy great Creator praise ; When , clothed in His celestial rays , He in full majesty appears , And , like a robe , His glory wears . 2 The heavens are for His curtain spread , The unfathomed deep He makes His bed ; Clouds are His ...
Pagina 73
... soul , with all the powers I boast , Is in the boundless prospect lost . 5 O may these thoughts possess my breast , Where'er I rove , where'er I rest ; Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin , for God is there . 92 I IN C.M. ...
... soul , with all the powers I boast , Is in the boundless prospect lost . 5 O may these thoughts possess my breast , Where'er I rove , where'er I rest ; Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin , for God is there . 92 I IN C.M. ...
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The English Hymn Book English hymn book,Robert William Dale Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 1874 |
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abode adore Alleluia Almighty angelic songs angels art Thou behold bless blest bliss blood BONAR breath bright C.M. Psalm C.M. WATTS Christ clouds crown dark death didst divine doth Double dwell earth earthly endless eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear foes glad Glad songs glorious gracious grief H. F. LYTE Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope Hymns Jerusalem Jesus John iv JOSIAH CONDER joyful King Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord mercy mighty mortal night o'er peace pray prayer Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins Six lines skies song Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy face Thy glory Thy grace Thy love Thy majesty Thy name Thy praise Thy throne Thy word truth unto voice weary WESLEY wonders ye saints
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Pagina 558 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting ? MAN SHOULD STUDY HIMSELF, AND NOT PRY INTO GOD.
Pagina 72 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pagina 240 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Pagina 200 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Pagina 339 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the 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!
Pagina 200 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
Pagina 552 - HOW blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er : So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Pagina 642 - Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee ? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee: — 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember thee.
Pagina 72 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ : Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Pagina 695 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.