Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship ... for the Use of the Congregation of Protestant Dissenters Assembling in Batter-Street, PlymouthP. Nettleton, 1801 - 322 oldal |
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v. oldal
... mourned this degradation , and who have felt the glow of christian fervor , when reading the sacred poetry of the venerable Patriarchs , cannot but hail the period when the Lord raised up that illustrious luminary whose poetic ardour ...
... mourned this degradation , and who have felt the glow of christian fervor , when reading the sacred poetry of the venerable Patriarchs , cannot but hail the period when the Lord raised up that illustrious luminary whose poetic ardour ...
xiv. oldal
... mourn N. No ' tis in vain to seek for bliss Hymn . 162 - 204 - 227 Not all the nobles of the earth Now let my faith grow strong , and rise Now let our souls , on wings sublime - Now far above the starry skies 5 34 81 107 119 No more ...
... mourn N. No ' tis in vain to seek for bliss Hymn . 162 - 204 - 227 Not all the nobles of the earth Now let my faith grow strong , and rise Now let our souls , on wings sublime - Now far above the starry skies 5 34 81 107 119 No more ...
23. oldal
... mourn to feel it live again . III . One happy hour beholds me rise , Borne upwards to my native skies , While faith assists my soaring flight To realms of joy , and worlds of light , IV . Scarce a few hours or minutes roll , 23.
... mourn to feel it live again . III . One happy hour beholds me rise , Borne upwards to my native skies , While faith assists my soaring flight To realms of joy , and worlds of light , IV . Scarce a few hours or minutes roll , 23.
50. oldal
... hours I then enjoy'd ! How sweet their memory still ! But now I find an aching void , The world can never fill . IV . Return , O holy dove , return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And 50.
... hours I then enjoy'd ! How sweet their memory still ! But now I find an aching void , The world can never fill . IV . Return , O holy dove , return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And 50.
51. oldal
Herbert Mends. I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . V. The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee . VI . So shall my walk be close ...
Herbert Mends. I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . V. The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee . VI . So shall my walk be close ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
adore angels behold bless blest bliss blood boundless breast breath bright charms Christ crown him LORD darkness death divine dreadful dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting everlasting song eyes faint faith fear feel flaming foes gloomy glorious glory gracious guilt hail Hallelujah hast hear heart heav'nly heaven hell holy hope hosannas humble HYMN I'm a slave immortal JESUS joys King light mercy mercy seat mighty mortal mourn o'er pain passions peace pleasures pow'r praise prayer rapturous song Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Satan seraphic shine sing sinners skies slothful band smile song songs of praise sorrows soul sound Sov'reign sovereign spirit storm sweet sweet emotion tears thee thine Thou art thro thy feet thy grace thy love thy word tongue trembling triumph VIII voice voice of peace wings wond'rous ye saints
Népszerű szakaszok
142. oldal - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.
142. oldal - Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
136. oldal - O LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
174. oldal - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
15. oldal - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
145. oldal - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
140. oldal - Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given ; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven.
209. oldal - Oh, for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often What a Friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.