The book of praise, from the best English hymn writers, selected by R. Palmer, Выпуск 231Roundell Palmer (1st earl of Selborne) 1863 |
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... dear to the universal heart of Christendom , and embodying the highest conceptions of Divine purity and beauty , produced a simplicity , refine- ment , and spirituality of style , which never tires , notwithstanding its limited range ...
... dear to the universal heart of Christendom , and embodying the highest conceptions of Divine purity and beauty , produced a simplicity , refine- ment , and spirituality of style , which never tires , notwithstanding its limited range ...
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... dear Redeemer's praise , The glories of my God and King , The triumphs of His grace ! My gracious Master and my God , Assist me to proclaim , To spread , through all the earth abroad , The honours of Thy Name . Jesus , the Name that ...
... dear Redeemer's praise , The glories of my God and King , The triumphs of His grace ! My gracious Master and my God , Assist me to proclaim , To spread , through all the earth abroad , The honours of Thy Name . Jesus , the Name that ...
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... Dear Name ! the rock on which I build , My shield and hiding - place , My never - failing treasury , fill'd With boundless stores of grace , By Thee my prayers acceptance gain , Although with sin defiled ; Satan accuses me in vain , And ...
... Dear Name ! the rock on which I build , My shield and hiding - place , My never - failing treasury , fill'd With boundless stores of grace , By Thee my prayers acceptance gain , Although with sin defiled ; Satan accuses me in vain , And ...
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... dear Lord , to bear for thee All shame , all grief , all pain , and loss ! Jesu ! who , by Thine own love slain , By Thine own Power took'st life again , And Conqueror from the grave didst rise ! O may Thy death our souls revive , And ...
... dear Lord , to bear for thee All shame , all grief , all pain , and loss ! Jesu ! who , by Thine own love slain , By Thine own Power took'st life again , And Conqueror from the grave didst rise ! O may Thy death our souls revive , And ...
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... dear Surety's hand Will I commit my cause ; He answers and fulfils His Father's broken laws : Behold my soul at freedom set ; My Surety paid the dreadful debt . Jesus , my great High Priest , Offer'd His Blood and died ; My guilty ...
... dear Surety's hand Will I commit my cause ; He answers and fulfils His Father's broken laws : Behold my soul at freedom set ; My Surety paid the dreadful debt . Jesus , my great High Priest , Offer'd His Blood and died ; My guilty ...
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adore Alleluia angels Augustus Montague Toplady behold Bishop bless blest bliss Blood breast bright Charles Wesley cheer Christ clouds crown darkness dear death didst divine doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlasting evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feet foes Friend glorious glory gracious grief Hallelujah hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly Henry Francis Lyte holy hope Hosanna hymn Isaac Watts Jesus John John Keble John Newton King Lamb Let Thy light live Lord Martin Madan mercy morning never night o'er omitted peace Philip Doddridge prayer PSALM Reginald Heber reign rejoice rest rise sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies sleep song sorrow soul Spirit stanzas Sweet baby tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast throne Thy face Thy grace Thy love Thy Name Thy praise Thy word Thyself voice weary William Cowper wilt wings
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Стр. 158 - 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. 52 - How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear ! E2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Стр. 1 - Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Стр. 175 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Стр. 254 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Стр. 53 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood.
Стр. 430 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Стр. 251 - 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 stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Стр. 189 - When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Стр. 432 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.