Lyra Britannica: A Collection of British Hymns, Printed from the Genuine Texts, with Biographical Sketches of the Hymn WirtersLongmans, Green, 1868 - 680 oldal |
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xxi. oldal
... blood - bought host above Hark , my soul ! it is the Lord Hark , ten thousand harps and voices . Hark ! the cry sounds from PAGE 310 38 374 402 194 165 151 231 348 192 256 494 298 178 589 195 347 630 529 626 571 487 87 599 352 29 415 ...
... blood - bought host above Hark , my soul ! it is the Lord Hark , ten thousand harps and voices . Hark ! the cry sounds from PAGE 310 38 374 402 194 165 151 231 348 192 256 494 298 178 589 195 347 630 529 626 571 487 87 599 352 29 415 ...
xxiv. oldal
... blood of beasts . Not of terrestrial mortal themes Not to myself I owe .. Now begin the heavenly theme 219 465 422 80 . 240 297 301 54 2 13 587 397 551 Now , from the altar of my heart Now I have found a friend ...... Now let our ...
... blood of beasts . Not of terrestrial mortal themes Not to myself I owe .. Now begin the heavenly theme 219 465 422 80 . 240 297 301 54 2 13 587 397 551 Now , from the altar of my heart Now I have found a friend ...... Now let our ...
xxviii. oldal
... blood - red banner Vain are the hopes the sons of men Vital spark of heavenly flame Walk in the light ! so shalt thou know Watchman ! tell us of the night We bless Thee , O Thou great Amen We have no home but heaven We search Thy word ...
... blood - red banner Vain are the hopes the sons of men Vital spark of heavenly flame Walk in the light ! so shalt thou know Watchman ! tell us of the night We bless Thee , O Thou great Amen We have no home but heaven We search Thy word ...
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... blood , Can wash away the blot . ' Tis Jesu's blood that washes white , His hand that brings relief ; His heart that's touched with all our joys , And feeleth for our grief . Lift up Thy bleeding hand , O Lord , Unseal that cleansing ...
... blood , Can wash away the blot . ' Tis Jesu's blood that washes white , His hand that brings relief ; His heart that's touched with all our joys , And feeleth for our grief . Lift up Thy bleeding hand , O Lord , Unseal that cleansing ...
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... blood , Sealing our peace with God , Spread His dear fame abroad- " Worthy the Lamb ! " To Him our hearts we raise- None else shall have our praise ; Praise ye His name ! Him our exalted Lord , By us below adored , We praise with one ...
... blood , Sealing our peace with God , Spread His dear fame abroad- " Worthy the Lamb ! " To Him our hearts we raise- None else shall have our praise ; Praise ye His name ! Him our exalted Lord , By us below adored , We praise with one ...
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546. oldal - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
72. oldal - I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say Behold I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live.
423. oldal - THOU art, O GOD, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine...
5. oldal - And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What, though no real voice nor sound...
374. oldal - tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me : Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear...
658. oldal - How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said ? You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.
158. oldal - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
577. oldal - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
273. oldal - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel your need of him ; This he gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
116. oldal - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.