The English hymn book [compiled by R. W. Dale]. |
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... head with awful glories crowned ; Arrayed in robes of light , Begirt with sovereign might , And rays of majesty around . 2 Upheld by Thy commands , The world securely stands ; And skies and stars obey Thy word . Thy throne was fixed on ...
... head with awful glories crowned ; Arrayed in robes of light , Begirt with sovereign might , And rays of majesty around . 2 Upheld by Thy commands , The world securely stands ; And skies and stars obey Thy word . Thy throne was fixed on ...
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... head to view What the bright hosts of angels do , 128 I And bends His care to mortal things ; His sovereign hand exalts the poor , He takes the needy from the door , And makes them company for kings . 75 . Psalm cxiii . ALLELUJAH ...
... head to view What the bright hosts of angels do , 128 I And bends His care to mortal things ; His sovereign hand exalts the poor , He takes the needy from the door , And makes them company for kings . 75 . Psalm cxiii . ALLELUJAH ...
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... head to view What the bright hosts of angels do , And bends His care to mortal things ; His sovereign hand exalts the poor , He takes the needy from the door , And makes them company for kings . 128 I 7s . Psalm cxiii . HALLELUJAH ...
... head to view What the bright hosts of angels do , And bends His care to mortal things ; His sovereign hand exalts the poor , He takes the needy from the door , And makes them company for kings . 128 I 7s . Psalm cxiii . HALLELUJAH ...
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... head . 2 Then will I say , My God , Thy power Shall be my fortress and my tower ; I , that am formed of feeble dust , Make Thine almighty arm my trust . 3 Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood , Under ...
... head . 2 Then will I say , My God , Thy power Shall be my fortress and my tower ; I , that am formed of feeble dust , Make Thine almighty arm my trust . 3 Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood , Under ...
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... Head , Brightness of Majesty Divine , Who every power hast made . 8 Among their number , Lord , we love To sing Thy precious blood . Reign here , and in the worlds above , Thou holy Lamb of God ! C.M. C. WESLEY . * 195 Unto Him that ...
... Head , Brightness of Majesty Divine , Who every power hast made . 8 Among their number , Lord , we love To sing Thy precious blood . Reign here , and in the worlds above , Thou holy Lamb of God ! C.M. C. WESLEY . * 195 Unto Him that ...
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abode adore Alleluia Almighty angelic songs angels art Thou behold bless blest bliss blood BONAR breath bright C.M. Psalm C.M. WATTS Christ clouds crown dark death didst divine doth Double dwell earth earthly endless eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear foes glad Glad songs glorious gracious grief H. F. LYTE Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope Hymns Jerusalem Jesus John iv JOSIAH CONDER joyful King Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord mercy mighty mortal night o'er peace pray prayer Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins Six lines skies song Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy face Thy glory Thy grace Thy love Thy majesty Thy name Thy praise Thy throne Thy word truth unto voice weary WESLEY wonders ye saints
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Стр. 558 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting ? MAN SHOULD STUDY HIMSELF, AND NOT PRY INTO GOD.
Стр. 72 - 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. 240 - 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. 200 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Стр. 339 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Стр. 200 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
Стр. 552 - 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. 642 - Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee ? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee: — 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember thee.
Стр. 72 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ : Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Стр. 695 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.