Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows |
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... comfort I would have , Thou knowest , O Lord , before I ask , The blessing I do crave . ] Mercy , good Lord , mercy I ask , This is the total sum ; For mercy , Lord , is all my suit , Lord , let Thy mercy come . 24 Saviour ! when in ...
... comfort I would have , Thou knowest , O Lord , before I ask , The blessing I do crave . ] Mercy , good Lord , mercy I ask , This is the total sum ; For mercy , Lord , is all my suit , Lord , let Thy mercy come . 24 Saviour ! when in ...
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... comfort still . Blessed Trinity ! be near 7s . Through the hours of darkness drear ; Watch o'er each defenceless head , Keep all evil from our bed , Till the flood of morning rays Wake us to fresh songs of praise . Holy , holy , holy ...
... comfort still . Blessed Trinity ! be near 7s . Through the hours of darkness drear ; Watch o'er each defenceless head , Keep all evil from our bed , Till the flood of morning rays Wake us to fresh songs of praise . Holy , holy , holy ...
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... comforts here , And better hopes above : He sent His own Eternal Son , To die for sins That man had done . To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too , 148th , M. Who bought us with His blood From everlasting woe : 64 And now He lives ...
... comforts here , And better hopes above : He sent His own Eternal Son , To die for sins That man had done . To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too , 148th , M. Who bought us with His blood From everlasting woe : 64 And now He lives ...
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... From that fount , His wounded side , Blood and water straight descended , Each a sacramental tide ; One to cleanse us , One to feed our souls , applied . 70 Jesu ! may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our HIS PASSION .
... From that fount , His wounded side , Blood and water straight descended , Each a sacramental tide ; One to cleanse us , One to feed our souls , applied . 70 Jesu ! may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our HIS PASSION .
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Henry William Burrows. 70 Jesu ! may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our souls afford ; May we , now Thy love possessing , And at length our full reward , Ever praise Thee , Thee , our ever glorious Lord ! Amen . L.M. When I survey the ...
Henry William Burrows. 70 Jesu ! may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our souls afford ; May we , now Thy love possessing , And at length our full reward , Ever praise Thee , Thee , our ever glorious Lord ! Amen . L.M. When I survey the ...
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abide Alleluia Almighty Amen angels ASCENSION DAY behold beneath blessed Three blest blood Christ hath CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST comfort Cross crown day and death's dear death didst divine doth dread dwell Easter Ember Days endless eternity everlasting evermore faithful Father fear flow gates glad glorious glory given God the Father God the Son God's gracious grave grief Hail hear heart heavenly host Holy Ghost Holy Spirit honour Hosanna host Hymns joyful King of Glory Lamb let us adore lift light majesty mercies aye endure mighty morning mourn o'er pain Paraclete peace Psalm ransomed Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies solemn Songs of praise sorrow soul sweet tears Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy presence Thy throne tis Thou triumph unto voice Whit-Sunday WILLIAM SKEFFINGTON ye heavenly
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Стр. 13 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Стр. 44 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Стр. 45 - GOD, that madest earth and heaven, darkness and light; who the day for toil hast given, for rest the night; may thine angel-guards defend us, slumber sweet thy mercy send us, holy dreams and hopes attend us, this livelong night.
Стр. 37 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...