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adore almighty angels appear arise bear Behold bless blest blood breath bright bring cheerful Christ command darkness dear death deep divine dreadful dust dwell earth endless eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feet foes give glorious glory hand hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honours hope hour humble HYMN Jesus join King known land light live Lord mighty mortal mourn nature never night o'er pain peace praise promise PsALM race rage raise Redeemer reigns rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies song sons sorrows soul sound sovereign Spirit spread stand strength sweet thee thine thou thoughts throne thy grace thy name thy word tongue trust truth voice wait Watts wonders
Стр. 143 - 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...
Стр. 283 - 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,
Стр. 406 - OH ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Стр. 464 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Стр. 390 - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me, till I want no more.
Стр. 346 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Стр. 405 - COME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise...
Стр. 391 - And works his sovereign, will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Стр. 530 - 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.