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viii. oldal
... foul to heaven than some parts of that book : never was a piece of experimental divinity so nobly written and so justly reverenced and admired : but it must be acknowledged still that there are a thousand lines in it which were not made ...
... foul to heaven than some parts of that book : never was a piece of experimental divinity so nobly written and so justly reverenced and admired : but it must be acknowledged still that there are a thousand lines in it which were not made ...
xvii. oldal
... foul , my joyful pow'rs , At thy command our dearest Lord , Attend while God's exalted Son , Awake my heart , arise my tongne , Awake our fouls , away our fears , Away from ev'ry mortal care , B Backward with humble fhame we look ...
... foul , my joyful pow'rs , At thy command our dearest Lord , Attend while God's exalted Son , Awake my heart , arise my tongne , Awake our fouls , away our fears , Away from ev'ry mortal care , B Backward with humble fhame we look ...
xxiv. oldal
... foul of vaft defires , B. H. C II b 57 C 20 b 109 b 26 a III a 37 b 16 a 36 b 53 b 5 a 46 b 146 a 140 b139 b 25 a 81 b 93 b 94 b 122 Miftaken fouls ! that dream of heav'n , My dear Redeemer and my Lord ! My drowsy pow'rs why fleep ye so ...
... foul of vaft defires , B. H. C II b 57 C 20 b 109 b 26 a III a 37 b 16 a 36 b 53 b 5 a 46 b 146 a 140 b139 b 25 a 81 b 93 b 94 b 122 Miftaken fouls ! that dream of heav'n , My dear Redeemer and my Lord ! My drowsy pow'rs why fleep ye so ...
xxv. oldal
John Bell. * 1 B. H. My foul forfakes her vain delight , My thoughts on awful fubjects roll , My thoughts furmount thefe lower fkies , N Naked as from the earth we came , Nature with all her pow'r fhall fing , Nature with open volume ...
John Bell. * 1 B. H. My foul forfakes her vain delight , My thoughts on awful fubjects roll , My thoughts furmount thefe lower fkies , N Naked as from the earth we came , Nature with all her pow'r fhall fing , Nature with open volume ...
xxvi. oldal
... foul were form'd for wo , O the 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 ...
... foul were form'd for wo , O the 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 ...
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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