Sailors' Hymn-bookFrancis Westley, 1823 - 204 oldal |
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... Behold him in his bloody sweat Behold the purple torrents run Behold the wonders of his power Behold your King , your Saviour crown'à Behold the glories of the Lamb Behold , what sweet reviving rays . Beneath a reef the ship was moor'd ...
... Behold him in his bloody sweat Behold the purple torrents run Behold the wonders of his power Behold your King , your Saviour crown'à Behold the glories of the Lamb Behold , what sweet reviving rays . Beneath a reef the ship was moor'd ...
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... behold Go up with Christ your head Go make thy station his dear cross Grace , ' tis a sweet , a charming theme Grace ! ' tis a charming sound Grace , low exceeding sweet to those Great God , ' tis from thy sovereign grace Great Prophet ...
... behold Go up with Christ your head Go make thy station his dear cross Grace , ' tis a sweet , a charming theme Grace ! ' tis a charming sound Grace , low exceeding sweet to those Great God , ' tis from thy sovereign grace Great Prophet ...
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... behold as ye pass by lors , mark the dreadful night ors look , the sight is glorious lors advance , behold your King zilors , to Jesus now draw near sailors redeemed from endless woe Salvation , O the joyful sound Saviour of all , to ...
... behold as ye pass by lors , mark the dreadful night ors look , the sight is glorious lors advance , behold your King zilors , to Jesus now draw near sailors redeemed from endless woe Salvation , O the joyful sound Saviour of all , to ...
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... behold my King the Lamb Should I forbear to praise my God Sing the dear Saviour's glorious fame Sin , like a venomous disease Sinners rejoice , its Christ that died Stand up , my soul , shake off thy fears Surprising grace , and such ...
... behold my King the Lamb Should I forbear to praise my God Sing the dear Saviour's glorious fame Sin , like a venomous disease Sinners rejoice , its Christ that died Stand up , my soul , shake off thy fears Surprising grace , and such ...
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... behold the works of God Would Jesus have the sinner die ? . . 101 101 54 133 1.39 114 195 5 145 152 62 51 119 123 135 200 37 45 15 171 . . Ye subjects of the Lord proclaim Ye sin sick souls , dismiss your fears Ye mourning saints , behold ...
... behold the works of God Would Jesus have the sinner die ? . . 101 101 54 133 1.39 114 195 5 145 152 62 51 119 123 135 200 37 45 15 171 . . Ye subjects of the Lord proclaim Ye sin sick souls , dismiss your fears Ye mourning saints , behold ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Sailors Hymn Book: Being a Selection of the Beauties of Sacred Verse, by ... George Charles Smith Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Sailors Hymn-Book: Being A Selection of the Beauties of Sacred Verse, by the ... George Charles Smith Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2009 |
Sailors Hymn-Book: Being A Selection of the Beauties of Sacred Verse, by the ... George Charles Smith Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2009 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
adore Almighty Angels atoning Balm BEDDOME Behold beneath bids billows bleeding bless blest bope brazen Serpent Christ cross crown darkness dear deep divine dying earth EDMESTON eternal ev'ry evermore eyes faith Father fear flood flow foes Gethsemane glorious glory grief guilt hail hand hath healing heart heaven heavenly Holy Ghost hope Hosanna Jehovah Jesu's Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God live Lord mighty mountains o'er pain pardon peace praise prayer Psalm rage reigns rejoice righteousness rise rock ROCK of ages sacred Sailors saints Salvation Satan Saviour shine shout sing sink sinners sins skies slain song sorrows soul spirit star of Bethlehem storm sweet tempest thee thine Thou art thou hast thro throne thy blood thy command thy love thy name thy word tongue Twas unto victory WATTS waves WESLEY winds wond'rous wounds ye saints
Népszerű szakaszok
139. oldal - Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; Wash me, and mine thou art : Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart.
31. oldal - We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
163. oldal - T is He adorned my naked soul, And made salvation mine ; Upon a poor, polluted worm He makes His graces shine. 3. And, lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, And cast it all around.
91. oldal - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
81. oldal - Sinners in derision crowned Him. Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name. Crown Him, crown Him : Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
95. oldal - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
59. 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, Here I'll sit for ever viewing, Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
143. oldal - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end...
24. oldal - MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide ; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes.
100. oldal - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.