Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship ... for the Use of the Congregation of Protestant Dissenters Assembling in Batter-Street, PlymouthP. Nettleton, 1801 - Всего страниц: 322 |
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... dying sinner do When the Eternal bows the skies What is our God , or what his name 130 When the fierce north wind with his airy forces Where - e'er my flutt'ring passions rove What heav'nly Man , or lovely God - When shall thy lovely ...
... dying sinner do When the Eternal bows the skies What is our God , or what his name 130 When the fierce north wind with his airy forces Where - e'er my flutt'ring passions rove What heav'nly Man , or lovely God - When shall thy lovely ...
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... dying sons of men Yonder Ye messengers of Christ amazing sight ! -- I see 221 38 - 41 73 89 - 140 - 148 153 226 Ye humble souls , complain no more Ye proud ! your empty glories boast Ye weary souls , the Saviour cries Ye dying sons of ...
... dying sons of men Yonder Ye messengers of Christ amazing sight ! -- I see 221 38 - 41 73 89 - 140 - 148 153 226 Ye humble souls , complain no more Ye proud ! your empty glories boast Ye weary souls , the Saviour cries Ye dying sons of ...
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... me . HE HYMN XIII , L. M. The Penitent pardoned . I. ENCE from my soul , my sins depart , Your fatal friendship now I see ; Long have you dwelt too near my heart , Hence to eternal distance flee . II . Ye gave my dying LORD his wound ; 16.
... me . HE HYMN XIII , L. M. The Penitent pardoned . I. ENCE from my soul , my sins depart , Your fatal friendship now I see ; Long have you dwelt too near my heart , Hence to eternal distance flee . II . Ye gave my dying LORD his wound ; 16.
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Herbert Mends. II . Ye gave my dying LORD his wound ; Yet I caress'd your vip'rous brood , And in my heart - strings lapp'd you round , You , the vile murderers of my GOD . III . Black heavy thoughts like mountains roll O'er my poor ...
Herbert Mends. II . Ye gave my dying LORD his wound ; Yet I caress'd your vip'rous brood , And in my heart - strings lapp'd you round , You , the vile murderers of my GOD . III . Black heavy thoughts like mountains roll O'er my poor ...
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... things , That left this dying clay ? My thoughts , now stretch out all your wings , And trace eternity . V. O that unfathomable sea ! Those deeps without a shore ! Where living waters gently play , Or fiery billows roar 18.
... things , That left this dying clay ? My thoughts , now stretch out all your wings , And trace eternity . V. O that unfathomable sea ! Those deeps without a shore ! Where living waters gently play , Or fiery billows roar 18.
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adore angels behold bless blest bliss blood boundless breast breath bright charms Christ crown him LORD darkness death divine dreadful dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting everlasting song eyes faint faith fear feel flaming foes gloomy glorious glory gracious guilt hail Hallelujah hast hear heart heav'nly heaven hell holy hope hosannas humble HYMN I'm a slave immortal JESUS joys King light mercy mercy seat mighty mortal mourn o'er pain passions peace pleasures pow'r praise prayer rapturous song Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Satan seraphic shine sing sinners skies slothful band smile song songs of praise sorrows soul sound Sov'reign sovereign spirit storm sweet sweet emotion tears thee thine Thou art thro thy feet thy grace thy love thy word tongue trembling triumph VIII voice voice of peace wings wond'rous ye saints
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Стр. 142 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.
Стр. 142 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Стр. 136 - O LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
Стр. 174 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Стр. 15 - 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. 145 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, 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.
Стр. 140 - Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given ; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven.
Стр. 209 - Oh, for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often What a Friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.