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Plymouth Collection of Hymns: For the Use of Christian Congregations
Henry Ward Beecher
Полный просмотр - 1856
Plymouth Collection of Hymns, etc. [Compiled by H. W. Beecher.]
Henry Ward BEECHER
Полный просмотр - 1867
adore Almighty angels behold beneath blessed blest bliss blood breast breath bright cheer Christ clouds crown darkness dear death divine DOXOLOGY dwell earth endless eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear feet foes forever friends glorious glory grief hail Hallelujah harps hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly heavenly host hell holy hope Hosanna hour immortal Jehovah Jesus joyful King L. M. MONTGOMERY Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord mercy morning mortal mourn night o'er peace praise pray prayer proclaim rapturous song Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise Sabbath sacred saints salvation Saviour seraphs shine sing sinners sins skies smile song songs of praise sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tempest Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy grace Thy love Thy majesty Thy name Thy throne tongue trembling voice WATTS weary weep WESLEY wings ye saints
Стр. 323 - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.
Стр. 601 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Стр. 109 - 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. 596 - He comes with succor speedy To those who suffer wrong ; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong ; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight.
Стр. 197 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Стр. 196 - ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ; Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Стр. 197 - It is finished" — hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4. Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid His breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom, — Who hath taken Him away ? Christ is risen ; He meets our eyes ; Saviour, teach us so to rise.
Стр. 358 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.
Стр. 304 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone: Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But present still, though now unseen! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray.