A Collection of Divine Hymns, Or Spiritual SongsParaclete Potter, 1810 - Всего страниц: 180 |
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... Farewell . FAREWELL , my brethren in the Lord , The gospel sounds a jubilee ; My stamm'ring tongue shall sound aloud , From land to land , from sea to sea : And as I preach from place to place , I'll trust alone in God's free grace . 2 ...
... Farewell . FAREWELL , my brethren in the Lord , The gospel sounds a jubilee ; My stamm'ring tongue shall sound aloud , From land to land , from sea to sea : And as I preach from place to place , I'll trust alone in God's free grace . 2 ...
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... Farewell my earthly friends below , Tho ' all so kind and dear to me ; My Jesus calls and must go , To sound the gospel jubilee . To sound the joys and hear the news , To Gentile worlds and royal Jews . 4. Farewell ye people one and all ...
... Farewell my earthly friends below , Tho ' all so kind and dear to me ; My Jesus calls and must go , To sound the gospel jubilee . To sound the joys and hear the news , To Gentile worlds and royal Jews . 4. Farewell ye people one and all ...
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... farewell ; We're on the road to Canaan , And you the road to hell ; We're sorry for to leave you , We'd rather you would go ; Come , try a bleeding Saviour , And see the waters flow . S. Now to the king immortal Be everlasting praise ...
... farewell ; We're on the road to Canaan , And you the road to hell ; We're sorry for to leave you , We'd rather you would go ; Come , try a bleeding Saviour , And see the waters flow . S. Now to the king immortal Be everlasting praise ...
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... our breast . 3 Then we shall bid a long farewell , To all these fleeting things ; Our clay on earth we leave to dwell , To mount on sacred wings . Swifter than thought we soar on high , Above those 80 DIVINE HYMNS , OR ,
... our breast . 3 Then we shall bid a long farewell , To all these fleeting things ; Our clay on earth we leave to dwell , To mount on sacred wings . Swifter than thought we soar on high , Above those 80 DIVINE HYMNS , OR ,
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... the bright worlds above . 7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy , Or wound your peaceful breast ; But boundless love , unmingled joy , And everlasting rest . HYMN 91 . Farewell to all but Christ . FAREWELL 100 DIVINE HYMNS , OR.
... the bright worlds above . 7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy , Or wound your peaceful breast ; But boundless love , unmingled joy , And everlasting rest . HYMN 91 . Farewell to all but Christ . FAREWELL 100 DIVINE HYMNS , OR.
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angels Asham'd behold bleeding bless'd blessed Blessed be God blest bliss blood brethren bright Canaan Christ the appletree Christian dear death despair divine doth dwell dy'd earth endless day eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes faith Farewell Father fear feast foes free grace give glorious glory God's gospel grief guilt Hallelujah happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy HYMN Jesus Christ joyful king Lamb Lamb of God Lambs of Christ live LORD dismiss love divine meet mercy mercy seat Methinks ne'er never o'er pain pardon peace poor pow'r praise pray pray'r redeeming love redemption reign rejoice reveal'd righteousness sacred sacred flesh saints Satan Saviour Saviour bleed Seraphs shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sound sov'reign sweet taste tears tell thee thine things thro throne tongue trembling trumpet truth unto wounds wretch
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Стр. 36 - TIS a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought — Do I love the Lord, or no ; Am I his, or am I not?
Стр. 150 - 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. 150 - More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Стр. 111 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Стр. 150 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Стр. 110 - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe; no good to crave; No fears to quell; no soul to save. 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
Стр. 77 - O ye banish'd seed, be glad ; Christ our advocate is made ; Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes.
Стр. 50 - God's free bounty glorify ! True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
Стр. 110 - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name.
Стр. 157 - AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me ! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.