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118. oldal - 2. With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love; The Son with joy looks down and fees The purchafe of his agonies. $ 3. The Spirit takes delight to view The holy foul he form'd anew, And faints and angels join to fing The growing empire of their
3. oldal - THEE we adore Eternal Name! And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we. [2. Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill As months and days
89. oldal - [4. His dying crimfon like a robe Spreads o'er his body on the tree, Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me.]
155. oldal - all the glorious names Of Wifdom, Love, and Pow'r, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore, All are too mean To fpeak his worth, , *. Too mean to fet -. My Saviour forth.
59. oldal - and make them mine. 4. Be thou my pattern, make me bear More of thy gracious image here, Then God the Judge fhall own my name
143. oldal - Were I infpir'd to preach and tell All that is done in heav'n and hell, Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 8
109. oldal - 5. Then what my thoughts defign to do My hands with all your might purfue, Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground.
93. oldal - We humbly take what they refufe, And Gentiles thy falvation tafte. 3. We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far and death was nigh! But at the gofpel-call we came, And ev'ry want