Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows |
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... triumph of his train ! Alleluia ! Jesus comes , and comes to reign . Now redemption long expected See in solemn pomp appear ; All His saints , by man rejected , Rise and meet him in the air ; See the day of God appear . Yea , amen ! let ...
... triumph of his train ! Alleluia ! Jesus comes , and comes to reign . Now redemption long expected See in solemn pomp appear ; All His saints , by man rejected , Rise and meet him in the air ; See the day of God appear . Yea , amen ! let ...
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... triumph of his train ! Alleluia ! Jesus comes , and comes to reign . Now redemption long expected See in solemn pomp appear ; All His saints , by man rejected , Rise and meet him in the air ; See the day of God appear . Alleluia ! Yea ...
... triumph of his train ! Alleluia ! Jesus comes , and comes to reign . Now redemption long expected See in solemn pomp appear ; All His saints , by man rejected , Rise and meet him in the air ; See the day of God appear . Alleluia ! Yea ...
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... triumph of the skies , With the angelic 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 ...
... triumph of the skies , With the angelic 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 ...
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... triumph high they kept ; But on his blood - stained , stony bed , The Saint serenely slept ; Wrapped in the banner of the Cross , His all the gain — theirs all the loss . Lord , grant Thy grace , that we , Whate'er our lot may prove ...
... triumph high they kept ; But on his blood - stained , stony bed , The Saint serenely slept ; Wrapped in the banner of the Cross , His all the gain — theirs all the loss . Lord , grant Thy grace , that we , Whate'er our lot may prove ...
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... triumph waits , Lift your heads , eternal gates ; Christ hath vanquished death and sin , Take the King of Glory in . Lo ! the heaven its Lord receives , Yet He loves the earth He leaves , Though returning to His throne , Still He calls ...
... triumph waits , Lift your heads , eternal gates ; Christ hath vanquished death and sin , Take the King of Glory in . Lo ! the heaven its Lord receives , Yet He loves the earth He leaves , Though returning to His throne , Still He calls ...
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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...