Sabbath Hymn Book: For Service of Song in the House of the Lord

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Hamersley, 1858 - Всего страниц: 350
 

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Стр. 132 - UST as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Стр. 259 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Стр. 76 - 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. 110 - 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. 72 - 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. 229 - LOVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown...
Стр. 250 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Стр. 277 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
Стр. 136 - O for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within ! 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine.
Стр. 227 - Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!

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