Book of Worship with TunesLutheran Pub. Soc., 1881 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for Thee . 13 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of Thy praise ; And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of ...
... bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for Thee . 13 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of Thy praise ; And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of ...
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... bear , My heart shall find delight in praise , Or seek relief in prayer . 5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour , Thy love my thoughts shall fill : Resign'd , when storms of sorrow lower , My soul shall meet Thy will . 6 My lifted eye ...
... bear , My heart shall find delight in praise , Or seek relief in prayer . 5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour , Thy love my thoughts shall fill : Resign'd , when storms of sorrow lower , My soul shall meet Thy will . 6 My lifted eye ...
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... Bears and forbears , as Thou hast done With me , Thy sinful child . 4 My God , how wonderful Thou art , Thou everlasting Friend ! On Thee I stay my trusting heart , Till faith in vision end . L. MASON . ARIEL . C. P. M. STOCKWELL . 8s ...
... Bears and forbears , as Thou hast done With me , Thy sinful child . 4 My God , how wonderful Thou art , Thou everlasting Friend ! On Thee I stay my trusting heart , Till faith in vision end . L. MASON . ARIEL . C. P. M. STOCKWELL . 8s ...
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... bear , In this glad hour : Thou , Who almighty art Now rule in every heart And ne'er from us depart , Spirit of power . 4 To Thee , great One in Three , The highest praises be , Hence evermore ! Thy sov'reign majesty May we in glory sec ...
... bear , In this glad hour : Thou , Who almighty art Now rule in every heart And ne'er from us depart , Spirit of power . 4 To Thee , great One in Three , The highest praises be , Hence evermore ! Thy sov'reign majesty May we in glory sec ...
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... bears , No terror clothes His brow ; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below . 4 ' T was mercy fill'd the throne , No wrath stood frowning by , When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doom'd to die . 5 Now ...
... bears , No terror clothes His brow ; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below . 4 ' T was mercy fill'd the throne , No wrath stood frowning by , When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doom'd to die . 5 Now ...
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adore almighty angels Behold bless blest bliss blood BRADBURY breast bright cheer crown dark dear death divine DOXOLOGY dwell dying earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear feet foes forever forgive Friend G. F. HANDEL give glorious glory gracious grief guilt hath HAYDN hear heart heaven heavenly Holy Ghost Holy Spirit hope Hosanna humble immortal song joyful King L. M.
L. MASON L. O. EMERSON Lamb Lamb of God let Thy light live Lord MERIBAH mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pardon peace praise pray prayer precious blood Redeemer reign rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy face Thy grace Thy holy Thy love Thy name Thy throne Thy word tongue unto vex'd voice weary worship Ye saints
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Стр. 327 - FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Стр. 352 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
Стр. 169 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Стр. 384 - HOW blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er : So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Стр. 99 - 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. 32 - For in that he died, he died unto sin once: but in that he liveth, he liveth unto God Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Стр. 322 - 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. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield.
Стр. 134 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Стр. 305 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Стр. 142 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.