The Baptist Praise BookRichard Fuller A. S. Barnes, 1872 - Всего страниц: 452 |
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... tell them to our sons , And they again to theirs , That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs . 4 Thus shall they learn , in God alone Their hope securely stands , 217 C. WESLEY . C. M. HERE is a little lonely fold ...
... tell them to our sons , And they again to theirs , That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs . 4 Thus shall they learn , in God alone Their hope securely stands , 217 C. WESLEY . C. M. HERE is a little lonely fold ...
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adore Almighty angels behold bless blesséd blest bliss blood breast breath bright cheer Christ cross crown dark dear death divine Doddridge dwell earth endless ESUS eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear foes forever glorious glory gracious grief Hallelujah hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy Holy Spirit hope Hosanna hour hymns Jehovah Jesus joyful King Lamb Lamb of God land let thy light live Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mourning night o'er peace pray prayer precious blood rapturous song RAY PALMER Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise sacred saints salvation Saviour Saviour bleeds shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sound Spirit stand sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thy grace thy love thy name thy praise thy throne thy word tongue voice WATTS weary weep wings wonders ye saints Zion
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Стр. 392 - tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died. Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Стр. 212 - Other refuge have I none — Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me ! , All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Стр. 92 - Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all...
Стр. 89 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Стр. 51 - I'LL praise my Maker with my 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. 346 - 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. 164 - COME, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ; Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Стр. 144 - FOR a thousand tongues, to sing My great Redeemer's praise; The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace ! 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
Стр. 222 - Tis done: the great transaction's done, I am my Lord's, and He is mine: He drew me and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine, 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; With ashes who would grudge to part, When called on angels