The Sabbath Hymn-bookWard and Company, 1859 - 316 oldal |
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adore ALMIGHTY angels ANON awake behold bless Bless'd blest bliss blood blood atoned breast bright C. M. Forte C. M. Mezzo C. M. Piano Christ crown darkness dear death divine DODDRIDGE dwell dying earth earthly ENDLESS eternal everlasting EVERLASTING LOVE EVERLASTING SONGS EVERMORE eyes faith Father Father's glories fear foes Friend give glorious gracious grief HALLELUJAH HAPPY hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy HONOURS hope humble hymns immortal Jesus joyful King LAMB LAMB OF GOD Let thy light live Lord night o'er peace prayer Redeemer reign rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrow soul sound sovereign Spirit stand strength sweet thee thine THOU ART THY FACE thy grace thy love thy name thy power THY PRAISE thy throne thy word tongue truth voice WATTS WESLEY wings wonders ye saints
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164. oldal - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
77. oldal - While thy love is left to me ; 0 ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. 4 Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
133. oldal - ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, Come ye before Him, and rejoice.
207. oldal - If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine : I only yield Thee what was Thine; "Thy will be done.
176. oldal - Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear! It is not night if Thou be near, Oh may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servants
209. oldal - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
93. 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.
160. oldal - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. 3 Watch...
147. oldal - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
77. oldal - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ~. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own.