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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... grief and pain 201 37 330 159 639 146 Here's a message of love High in yonder realms of light ... Hind of the morning , come running " Himself hath done it " all - Oh how those words Hitherto upon my way ......... 62 496 470 233 516 331 ...
... grief and pain 201 37 330 159 639 146 Here's a message of love High in yonder realms of light ... Hind of the morning , come running " Himself hath done it " all - Oh how those words Hitherto upon my way ......... 62 496 470 233 516 331 ...
10. oldal
... grief . Lift up Thy bleeding hand , O Lord , Unseal that cleansing tide ; We have no shelter from our sin , But in Thy wounded side . HYMN FOR ADVENT . WHEN Jesus came to earth of old , He came in weakness and in woe ; He wore no form ...
... grief . Lift up Thy bleeding hand , O Lord , Unseal that cleansing tide ; We have no shelter from our sin , But in Thy wounded side . HYMN FOR ADVENT . WHEN Jesus came to earth of old , He came in weakness and in woe ; He wore no form ...
12. oldal
... grief or doubt our soul assails ; Who can , like Thee , our spirits cheer ? Great Comforter , be ever near . Like captives at their prison grate , We mourn our languishing estate : Thou only canst our bonds untie ; Great Sanctifier ...
... grief or doubt our soul assails ; Who can , like Thee , our spirits cheer ? Great Comforter , be ever near . Like captives at their prison grate , We mourn our languishing estate : Thou only canst our bonds untie ; Great Sanctifier ...
26. oldal
... grief , Help me till the combat's done ; Bring , O bring my soul relief . Glorious and eternal Three ! Give my spirit power to sing , " Grave , how brief thy victory ! Death , how vain thy sting ! " HENRY ADAMS SERGISON ATWOOD . THE ...
... grief , Help me till the combat's done ; Bring , O bring my soul relief . Glorious and eternal Three ! Give my spirit power to sing , " Grave , how brief thy victory ! Death , how vain thy sting ! " HENRY ADAMS SERGISON ATWOOD . THE ...
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... grief , or pain , May be our portion here . Enough if Thou at last The word of blessing give , And let us rest beneath Thy feet , Where saints and angels live . All glory , Lord , to Thee , Whom heaven and earth adore ; To Father , Son ...
... grief , or pain , May be our portion here . Enough if Thou at last The word of blessing give , And let us rest beneath Thy feet , Where saints and angels live . All glory , Lord , to Thee , Whom heaven and earth adore ; To Father , Son ...
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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.