Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows |
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... host proclaim , " Christ is born in Bethlehem . " Christ , by highest Heaven adored , Christ , the everlasting Lord , Late in time behold him come , Offspring of a Virgin's womb . Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ; Hail the incarnate ...
... host proclaim , " Christ is born in Bethlehem . " Christ , by highest Heaven adored , Christ , the everlasting Lord , Late in time behold him come , Offspring of a Virgin's womb . Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ; Hail the incarnate ...
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... heavenly host , Praise Father , Son , and Holy Ghost . Amen . 49 New every morning is the love Our waking and ... heaven . To God the Father , God the Son , And God the Spirit , Three in One , Be honour , praise , and glory given , By ...
... heavenly host , Praise Father , Son , and Holy Ghost . Amen . 49 New every morning is the love Our waking and ... heaven . To God the Father , God the Son , And God the Spirit , Three in One , Be honour , praise , and glory given , By ...
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... heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me molest . ] Praise God from Whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him , all creatures here below ; Praise Him above , ye heavenly host , Praise Father ...
... heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me molest . ] Praise God from Whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him , all creatures here below ; Praise Him above , ye heavenly host , Praise Father ...
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... heavenly host , Father , Son , and Holy Ghost ! Amen . Saviour , who from sin hast freed me , In life's barren desert feed me , P.M. Through death's darksome valley lead me , Homeward to my Father's hall . Hear , Creator , good and ...
... heavenly host , Father , Son , and Holy Ghost ! Amen . Saviour , who from sin hast freed me , In life's barren desert feed me , P.M. Through death's darksome valley lead me , Homeward to my Father's hall . Hear , Creator , good and ...
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Henry William Burrows. THE HEAVENLY ... host . 119 C. M. Jerusalem , my happy home , Name ever dear to me , When shall my labours have an end In joy , and peace , and thee ? THE END OF ALL THINGS . When shall these eyes THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM ...
Henry William Burrows. THE HEAVENLY ... host . 119 C. M. Jerusalem , my happy home , Name ever dear to me , When shall my labours have an end In joy , and peace , and thee ? THE END OF ALL THINGS . When shall these eyes THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM ...
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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...