Bell's Edition, 61-62. kötetJ. Bell, 1782 |
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xxvi. oldal
... almighty Lord , O the delights , the heav'nly joys , Often I feek my Lord by night , Once more my foul the rising day , Our days alas ! our mortal days , Our God how firm his promise ftands , Our fins alas ! how strong they be , Our ...
... almighty Lord , O the delights , the heav'nly joys , Often I feek my Lord by night , Once more my foul the rising day , Our days alas ! our mortal days , Our God how firm his promise ftands , Our fins alas ! how strong they be , Our ...
87. oldal
... Almighty One " That your falvation bring . " 3. Why mighty Lord ! thy faints inquire Why thine apparel ' s red , And all thy vefture ftain'd like thofe Who in the winepress tread ? 4. " I by myself have trod the press " And crush'd my ...
... Almighty One " That your falvation bring . " 3. Why mighty Lord ! thy faints inquire Why thine apparel ' s red , And all thy vefture ftain'd like thofe Who in the winepress tread ? 4. " I by myself have trod the press " And crush'd my ...
90. oldal
... Almighty name That form'd the earth and fea , And can an allcreating arm Grow weary or decay ? 3. Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell , He gives the conquest to the weak , And treads their foes to hell . 8 12 4. Mere ...
... Almighty name That form'd the earth and fea , And can an allcreating arm Grow weary or decay ? 3. Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell , He gives the conquest to the weak , And treads their foes to hell . 8 12 4. Mere ...
91. oldal
... Almighty love infpires my heart And pleasure tunes my tongue . 2. God on his thirsty Sion hill Some mercy - drops has thrown , And folemn oaths have bound his love To fhow'r falvation down . 3. Why do we then indulge our fears ...
... Almighty love infpires my heart And pleasure tunes my tongue . 2. God on his thirsty Sion hill Some mercy - drops has thrown , And folemn oaths have bound his love To fhow'r falvation down . 3. Why do we then indulge our fears ...
92. oldal
... Almighty throne With loud hofannas night and day ; Sweet anthems to the great Three - One Measure their blefs'd eternity . 4. No more fhall hunger pain their fouls , He bids their parching thirst be gone , 8 12 And spreads the shadow of ...
... Almighty throne With loud hofannas night and day ; Sweet anthems to the great Three - One Measure their blefs'd eternity . 4. No more fhall hunger pain their fouls , He bids their parching thirst be gone , 8 12 And spreads the shadow of ...
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adore almighty angels arife Behold blefs Blefs'd blood breaſt Chrift Common Metre darkneſs dear death defcending defire delight divine dreadful dwell dy'd dying earth endleſs Eternal ev'ry everlaſting eyes face facred fafe faints faith falvation fame Father fave feals fear feaſt feet fenfe fhall fhine fhould fing finners fkies flain fleſh fmile fome fongs fons forrows foul fov'reign ftand ftill ftrong fuch fweet glorious glory God's goſpel guilt hand heart heav'n heav'nly hell Hofanna holy honours Hymn immortal ISAAC WATTS Jefus joyful joys juftice King Lamb lives Lord mercy mighty Mofes mortal muft muſt Pfalm pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe promiſe raife raiſe reft reigns rife righteouſneſs Satan Saviour Saviour bleed ſhall ſhine ſkies ſky ſong Spirit ſpread ſtand taſte thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro throne thy grace tongues vengeance voice whofe wondrous word wrath
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122. 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
159. oldal - XXXII. Third. Long Metre. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praife, and glory, giv'n By all on earth and all in heav'n. XXXIII. Or
25. 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
134. 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.]
165. 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.
92. 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
149. 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
113. 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.
139. 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
89. oldal - 2. Worthy the Lamb thatdy'd, they cry, To be exalted thus; Worthy the Lamb our lips reply, Tor he was