Hymns for the Use of the Methodist Episcopal ChurchCarlton & Porter, 1849 - 744 oldal |
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adore almighty angels behold bless blest bliss breast breath Christ crown darkness death divine dwell dying earth endless ESUS eternal everlasting everlasting love evermore eyes faith Father fear feel forever give grief Hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell Holy Ghost hope Hosanna humble impart Jehovah Jesus joyful King Lamb Lamb of God let thy light live Lord love divine mighty never nigh night o'er P. M. 6 lines pain pardon peace perfect pray prayer proclaim promise ransom'd Redeemer reign rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour Saviour bleed shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sov'reign sweet thee thine thou art thou hast thy blood thy face thy glory thy grace thy gracious thy hand thy love thy mercy thy name thy power thy praise thy Spirit thy throne thy word thyself truth voice
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416. oldal - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, — Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes ; Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
73. oldal - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed ! Great David's greater Son ! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free ; To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
350. oldal - Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long, unwearied, sing High praise to the eternal King.
574. oldal - 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.
508. oldal - The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
5. oldal - 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.
437. oldal - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
1. oldal - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
85. oldal - 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.
141. oldal - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.