Hymns for the use of Rugby schoolA.J. Lawrence, 1885 - 400 oldal |
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A. P. Stanley abide adore Alleluia angels behold bless blest blood breath bright Catherine Winkworth Charles Wesley Christ clouds dark dear death divine doth dwell earth earthly endless eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear foes give glad glorious glory Godfrey Thring H. J. Buckoll Halleluiah happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Francis Lyte Holy Ghost hope Horatius Bonar hour Hymns Isaac Watts J. M. Neale James Montgomery Jesus John John Chandler John Keble joyful King Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord morning night o'er peace Philip Doddridge pray prayer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet Tate and Brady tears Thine Thou art Thou didst Thou hast Thy face Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy Name Thy presence Thy throne Thy word triumph voice weary
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261. oldal - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
331. oldal - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast. 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.
88. oldal - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid...
238. 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!
147. oldal - Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire, Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart.
57. oldal - HARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes ! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.
341. oldal - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
167. oldal - T'HE SON of GOD goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain, His blood-red banner streams afar ; Who follows in His train? Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train.
2. oldal - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
117. oldal - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing From the sinner's dying Friend. 2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood ; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead, and claim my peace with God.