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Psalms and Hymns, Selected Chiefly for Public Worship, by J. H. Evans
James Harington Evans
Недоступно для просмотра - 2013
adore angels appear bear Behold bless blest blood bright bring cheerful Christ cross crown darkness dear death divine dwell dying earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flow foes give glorious glory grace grief hand happy hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy hope Jesu's Jesus join joyful King Lamb land leave light lives look Lord meet mighty never night once pain peace pow'r praise raise redeeming reigns rejoice rest rich righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies song Soon sorrows soul sound Spirit spread stand strength sweet thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thoughts thousand thro throne thy love tongue trust truth voice wonders
Стр. 159 - 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 ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Стр. 29 - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.
Стр. 362 - Gal. vi. 14 8. 7. ^JWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying friend : Here I'll sit for ever viewing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
Стр. 419 - Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; 4 There...
Стр. 114 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Стр. 100 - Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys ! How bright their glories be ! 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins and doubts and fears.
Стр. 409 - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Стр. 68 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us.
Стр. 401 - TIS by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night ; Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies ; She makes the pearly gates appear ; Far into distant worlds she pries, And brings eternal glories near.