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A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists. with a ...
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Стр. 253 - Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy ; there is none beside thee Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Стр. 133 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...
Стр. 86 - The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One : He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God.
Стр. 225 - AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase ; So longs my soul, O GOD, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. 2 For thee, my GOD, the living GOD, My thirsty soul doth pine ; O ! when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine...
Стр. 351 - The dead in Christ shall first arise At the last trumpet's sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding. No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Стр. 265 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Стр. 318 - Thou art coming to a King : Large petitions with thee bring ; For His grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. 3 With my burden I begin : Lord, remove this load of sin ; Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest ; Take possession of my breast ; There Thy blood-bought right maintain. And without a rival reign.
Стр. 313 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through; Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too ; Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.