The Springfield Collection of Hymns for Sacred WorshipSamuel Bowles, 1835 - Всего страниц: 12 |
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The Springfield Collection of Hymns for Sacred Worship William Bourn Oliver Peabody Полный просмотр - 1835 |
The Springfield Collection of Hymns for Sacred Worship William Bourn Oliver Peabody Полный просмотр - 1835 |
The Springfield Collection of Hymns for Sacred Worship William Bourn Oliver Peabody Полный просмотр - 1835 |
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adore Almighty angels beams Behold bless blest breath bright cheerful Christ Coll crown darkness death divine Doddridge dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes fainting faith Father FATHER divine fear flow forever give glorious glory gracious hast hath hear heart heaven holy hope Hosanna hour humble Hymn immortal Jesus King L. M. God L. M. Praise let thy life's light live Lord love divine love restore morning mortal never night o'er Olney Hymns path peace prayer proclaim raise reign rejoice rest rise Sabbath sacred saints salvation Saviour shade shine sing skies song songs of praise sorrows soul sovereign spirit strong to save sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts thy face thy grace thy hand thy heavenly thy love Thy mercy thy name thy power thy praise thy presence thy throne thy word tongue truth voice wandering Watts William Bourn wisdom worship ye saints
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Стр. 15 - I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Стр. 138 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name.
Стр. 4 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing: To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.
Стр. 122 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Стр. 6 - No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.